Life is full of irony. Shortly after I published my last post “Since Divorce My Relationship Expectations Have Changed“ I was given some interesting perspective on “expectations” from a coach I was working with that punched me right in the face. And I use punched deliberately. This insight that was provided to me made me…
When you end up in your 30s post-divorce and stuck in a job that ignores your potential and would never suggest you paid time and money for higher education, you wake the fuck up. You look back on all the things you thought you would do, all the aspirations you had, and realize your life…
I am a bit of a bleeding heart. This does not fare well in choosing a better partner. Those who know me, or at the very least, watch enough TV with me will attest that ASCPA, St. Jude, Operation Smile, and other such commercials make me weepy, tug on my heartstrings, and just nearly have…
When I got ready to move back to Vermont after finishing grad school, I knew the one thing I would miss would be the metro park down the street from my apartment. It had become an old and trusted friend, another home, a place to center myself and be. Something about my solitude and comfort…
I kind of always felt like real writers had their own writing space. I attributed some kind of authority over their writing life to the writing space they created in. Ordinary people call these home offices, but that sounds stiff and boring. Like the place you sit down to pay your bills. Fuck that. I…
On the occasion that I have twentyish minutes in the car on my own and that I want to make those twentyish minutes productive – and by productive, I mean, not let my mind wander all over the spaghetti-noodle-looking map of my mind. Sometimes I tune into a podcast called Helping Writers Become Authors with K.M.…
Lying down on the cool grass, looking at the clouds I realized that the Universe isn’t always a dick. Sometimes the Universe grants blessings. I know I’ve said the Universe is a dick on more than one occasion but that is a lie. Mostly. As is the first sentence of this post. I was not…
Recently I was speaking to a friend and in the midst of our conversation remarked “I run my life on hope.” (You know, a car runs on gas. A parent runs on coffee. America runs on Dunkin. A.Y. runs on hope.) Though I hadn’t intended to be witty or humorous, he started to chuckle. Per…
Like everyone, there are things that scare me. Some shit that downright terrifies me. We call that Fear and Fear is kind of a dickhead. He knows what he’s doing. Getting into your head and under your skin and hoping he’ll keep you from moving forward or chasing a dream or seizing an opportunity. Fear…
From relationships taking a turn for the worst; to crappy jobs and scenarios; to other internal interpersonal conflicts, I’ve spent a lot of time ignoring my instincts. What have I learned from this? Two things: 1) trust your gut; 2) when the Universe calls, listen. The times I ignored my gut-feelings about something always ended…