Sometimes you won’t be able to see beyond the next curve of the road you’re on. But trusting that there will be a path that will take you where you want to go, or that you’ll be strong enough to build your own if needed… is what it means to have faith.
From Oh the Places You’ll Go, by Dr. Seuss. This is one of my favorite books, and everyone should read it. Not just kids.
One thing I am trying to figure out in life is how to have some appreciation for myself that isn’t totally dependent on external factors. For now, my gut still tells me that there’s only four things that make me feel like I’m worth something: When I make good progress in my work. When IContinue reading “Self Worth”
I have this idea for a story, or maybe even a game of some sort. It involves a magical box that is sort of a time machine, but not in the ordinary sense of the word. It is small, maybe big enough to fit a dozen books or so in, and it features a 12Continue reading “Memory Box”
When something difficult to navigate appears unexpectedly when you had hoped for smooth sailing, it is often super painful. But when you intentionally venture out into stormy seas, preparing in advance for whatever challenges you might come across, it is a very different feeling. It can be especially tricky when both of these things happenContinue reading “Hard Things”
Last night, the mother of my kids signed the lease on a new apartment and moved ten minutes across town. Now it’s up to me to take over all the responsibilities of running our family home, which we had lived in together for ten years. Because I was the one who asked for this inContinue reading “Househeld”
I spent the early hours of the morning drafting an email that I kept editing and editing until I realized that no amount of editing would put me at peace with what I was trying to say, and so I discarded it instead. Did that decision leave me feeling any better? It did not. ButContinue reading “Mudslide”
I want to write more. And I want to find my voice, which I lost ages ago. The only way I can make sense of myself is by writing words that others can see. A private diary never worked for me. So let this be a small step onto a whole new road. Yesterday, IContinue reading “Lost and Found”