Spring has arrived. I know it to be true not because of the date on the calendar, but because of the newly returned pulse to my sinuses. Before I go too far down that self-pity path, I will say it’s a tolerable tradeoff for the return of a bit of color. Still, spring is notContinue reading “Tolerable Tradeoff”
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Spring is just around the corner here in the northern hemisphere, which means we’re in the final days of winter. While many may be more than ready to bid a fond farewell to the freezing temps, I am not one of them. That’s not to say I don’t enjoy spring. I went out this pastContinue reading “Frosted Farewell”
Reroute to Rest
Last week I found myself needing a reminder that I am only one person. I can only do so much. Despite my best efforts to be productive always sometimes a break can be a thousand times more beneficial than pushing through. Of course, taking a step back before a break is needed is even better.Continue reading “Reroute to Rest”
A Few Deep Breaths
When the world shut down in early 2020 I was still figuring out the whole breathing normally thing. Throwing a new, little-understood respiratory disease and masks into the mix was just the existential cherry on top of an asthmatic sundae.
The Other Shoe
A few years ago, I witnessed the dropping of about 20 boots. It was part of a performance of “Oklahoma!”, not some footwear production mishap, and I’m not sure about the number, but the point is that there were a lot of shoes, and they were dropped.
We’ve reached the hazy, grey part of the new year. You know, the figurative fog that hits after the holiday hype has faded away and the resolution jumpstart energy has started to wane.
The end of the year is a time of reflection on the past and planning for the future. Of course, that means we sometimes neglect the present. For these final days of 2022, I hope that you are able to be in the moment, to be where you are, as you are.
A New Way to Fall
A few weeks ago, I stumbled spectacularly. This was a literal stumble and not a metaphorical one. As is often the case, my head was in one place and my feet were in another. As most successful walkers will tell you, ideally you want your head and feet in the same general vicinity.
There are few things more inspiring or intimidating than a blank page for a writer. Recently, I’ve found myself on the intimidating side of that spectrum. It’s not due to a shortage of ideas. I have countless drafts and a meandering train of thoughts to back me up on that claim.
On the Other Hand
It was admittedly a low-stakes situation. At worst, I would look like an uncoordinated idiot; at best, I would prove my theory correct.