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.

Of Light

Foam, frothy foam.
Mud and salt.
A thousand miles of eroded coast.

Heart burns.

Some times

Wanna put on
my little goggles
and climb
a rope
leading somewhere
way up high
in the

maybe I
could find
some thing


in the

of light.

Of Light.

Self Worth

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:

  1. When I make good progress in my work.
  2. When I feel appreciated by friends and family.
  3. When I make progress on learning a new skill.
  4. When I do something creative that I feel I can be proud of.

These things, in and of themselves, are not harmful to desire, nor even harmful to be motivated by. But the biggest challenge for me is that even the deepest feelings of self-satisfaction melt away as soon as I hit a moment where none of these four things are prominently featured in the foreground of my life.

And so the thing I keep wondering is how do I feel comfortable in my own shoes most or all of the time, without any dependency on external conditions? Or at least, how can I get comfortable with experiencing those moments of discomfort that are par for the course in the ordinary flow of day to day life?

I’ve had some luck with Buddhist and Stoic practices in working through these sorts of questions before, so maybe it’s time to go looking in that direction again.

Memory Box

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 12 digit mechanical combination lock.

Once the lock is set, a parallel universe would be created where the contents of the box would then appear at exactly the date and time keyed into the box (for example: 201001011030 would mean Jan 1 2010 @ 10:30am)

In that newly generated universe, the box’s number wheels would instantly snap to zero and the lid would unlock, revealing whatever contents were “sent back from the future.” But anything that happened before that exact moment in time would be identical to the universe that sent the materials back into the past.

This simple narrative construct forms a kernel for countless different stories. But what I have in mind is the idea of some protagonist who is trying to engineer “the perfect life” even though they’d not be able to live it themselves, by repeatedly sending back notes from the future about various life choices.

I can see this taking a tragic turn, where some key “memories” are destroyed or altered, creating a peculiar game of tug-of-war between countless copies-of-copies-of-copies of past and future selves.

The box itself probably would have an origin story too, and figuring out how to construct additional boxes (or on the flip side, figuring out how to destroy the first memory box and halt the endless rollercoaster ride through parallel universes once and for all) could be possible plot lines.

If you had this kind of box, what would you do with it? What problems might you run into? How would it change your view of what it means to be alive?

(Feel free to email me, or send a DM on Twitter or Instagram if you’ve got thoughts to share)

60s of Sound

A cacophony of chirping and squawking,
Mechanical keyboard clacking,
The beep-beep of a far away truck backing up.

Highway noise.


Tree leaves bustling,
branches bouncing beneath boisterous birds.

The steady drum of a heart beat,
ba-bump, ba-bump, ba-bump.

Then a timer goes brrrrrrrrzzzz.

Hard Things

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 happen at the same time, in different parts of your life.

If you try to rush full steam ahead without changing up your plans, you will surely end up crashing straight into sharp rocks. But if on the other hand, you shrink in fear and beat a forced retreat to safe harbor at the first sign of trouble, you’ll never develop the courage you need to grow in life.

I don’t have advice to offer here, it’s just an observation. But it’s also something I have been thinking about a lot lately.


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 in the first place and we worked collaboratively on a plan to make it happen, feelings aren’t as bent out of shape as they might otherwise be. But it’s still a big change! And one that won’t really be fully understood until it is experienced, I suppose.

The most promising aspect of this huge transition is that it’s an opportunity to start fresh and figure out who exactly I want to be. Anybody who spends a long time on a rocky road of a relationship, and anybody who is run through the wringer of adapting to parenthood experiences a certain amount of identity erasure. In some cases it’s survivable. In my case it was for a while, until it wasn’t.

But I am someone who thinks super-long term about things. And so while I don’t regret a single day of the last decade or so, I also know that as my kids grow up, their needs will be quite different in the decade to come. They will look at their mom and dad and see more of who we are as people rather than just thinking of us as protectors and providers.

If we don’t know who we are, or if we’re not happy with who we are, or we’re not excited about who we’re going to become in the years to come, then our kids are going to pick up on that. And what kind of lesson would they learn from that?

It is that question that kept me up at night for far too long.

So who do I want to be, then? It’s still an open question to explore, but the rough contours of the path are already known. Being a good dad is a huge part of it, but now I get to do that in the way I think is best, rather than worrying about what somebody else’s opinion on that idea is.

But I also will have a lot more time each week, during the 3.5 days where the kids are with their mom, to forge a path through life on my own. Right now the only things that are certain about that time is that there will be a whole hell of a lot guitar playing, a ton of time spent cooking for the love of it rather than just out of necessity, and also… as much time as possible spent on deepening my existing friendships and forming new ones.

The rest of it, I’ll figure out as I go.