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to be content

Dear You, It seems like it ought to be pretty easy to be content when you’re me, doesn’t it? I mean, I’m using the IT degree I earned, and making pretty decent money. I have a couple of healthy kids who are now old enough to not need so much of my...

to whom do you answer?

Dear You, I felt it again last night, sneaking around the periphery of my awareness. That hollow emptiness. That gaping void. That emotional flatline that signals the potential for a visit from The Big D. I knew it was there. I saw it, and more true even than that...

i had forgotten

Dear You, Have you ever felt like you kind of woke up somewhere within your life, looked around, and wondered where in the world you’d been, and what in the Sam Hill had happened, exactly?! That happened to me, just recently. I found myself on this kind of...

an urge to express

I’m feeling such an urge to write again lately. Well, an urge to both write and listen, more truly. The listening part is easy, and is enjoyable for the most part. The writing bit though… that’s been a whole different ball game lately. I can, and do,...

the one about the horse, and zoo animals

I’ve had so many thoughts, so many things come up today that have made me think… “I want to write about that”. And now they’re all gone, except the one about the horse, and zoo animals. We were driving & saw a horse being pulled in a...

no new year’s resolutions, except…

Generally speaking, I’m not a big fan of New Year’s Resolutions for myself. They tend to not work out so great for me (meaning, like nearly everyone else, I give up on them within a short time and then use them as another stick with which to beat myself)....

today i practice being here

Today, I am practicing being here. On second thought… let’s not call it practice today. Let’s call it experimenting. Today, I am experimenting with being here. Yesterday, I caught part of this video from Kyle Cease (if you don’t know of his...

working for the weekend

The rat race. The hampster wheel. Living to work vs working to live.   This whole thing just feels utterly ridiculous, and yet any time I try to articulate why, and just exactly what I’m feeling, I fall short in the words department. Maybe it’s related to...