It happens so slowly that I don’t know if it’s truly even possible for us to see it. Or maybe I should “me?” I probably shouldn’t assume this is a universal thing... Anyway, it seems to me, when we’re in a relationship we often lose sight of ourselves as individuals - what makes us happy … Continue reading Someday, somewhere
Tag: love
J is for…
J is for... June and what an unexpectedly fantastic month it turned out to be. Joy and the way it comes back into your life when you let go of what’s been taking it’s place for far too long. Jarred by how hard it is to get your feet back under yourself after learning … Continue reading J is for…
Summer starts strong
Only a couple of days in and I’ve already forgotten what day of the week it is. Summer break has arrived! I was fortunate enough to celebrate the end of the school year with some friends I worked with when I was last a student in the early 90s. We met while working in various … Continue reading Summer starts strong
Ghosts and cobwebs
Exiting and entering a relationship is never the same twice. I guess that makes sense since I’ve come to learn that the only truly consistent thing I’ve found in my own romantic pairings has been that they all leave a mark. I ran a race on Wednesday, almost the longest day of the year, that … Continue reading Ghosts and cobwebs
Watching my mouth
If you know me, you’re probably expecting a post about my struggle to control my tendency to use colorful language or to share stories that may not always be appreciated by those mentioned. But, no, that’s not quite what this is about. This isn’t about what may come out of my mouth, but instead it … Continue reading Watching my mouth
Processing
I’ve been on a Rolling Stones kick recently. Maybe it was that tribute band I went to see a couple of weeks ago at The Hangar. I listened to them all the way on my run today from home to Troy, where I met my neighbor at event and caught a ride home. It wasn’t … Continue reading Processing
Questions about a well-lived life
How many times a week do you conclude that your day was one that felt as if you had lived it well? Once? Twice? Maybe more than that? How do you personally define a day as “well-lived?” Is it measurable in some way? Is there a consistency in the components that come together to combine … Continue reading Questions about a well-lived life
