Micro Blog

For the first time in my entire life, today, I realized the actual difference between the word "everyday" and the term "every day." In countless blogs, posts, emails, writings . . . I've technically used it wrong. I thought "everyday" removed the emphasis of "every day" and made it more colloquial.

I'm not dreading writing the last chapter. Yes, I want to order heavy, delicious food to cope with the multitude of feelings swelling up within me, or go sit at the coffee shop and casually type out musings for social media posts instead, go anywhere outside these walls, and distract myself, to put

It finally rained. I was waiting, wanting . . . it went from "that would be nice" to "gawd, I hope it rains." Yearning for the plants to drink from a source better than the hose. All the stuff of life the rain carries with it sliding down their petals, dripping into their roots--feeding them. The d

Sometimes I feel a sadness come over me that can't be remedied and for no reason in particular. It's everywhere within me, spreading through my veins, slowing my breath--a culmination of all the losses, disappointments, hurt and a deep self-doubt that comes up more often than it doesn't. It's a sad

There's an undeniable movement coursing through my life. I like the word undeniable because it's tangible, palpable, felt . You can't help but notice it. You have to acknowledge it. Funny how you can change just a few things and your whole life is suddenly different. Things like turning off elec

My phone had only been off a few hours, and I felt my lungs expanding--sensing more space to be filled, as if inside the house I was breathing at only a fraction of possibility. No Audible, Amazon Music or YouTube self-development spiel penetrating my ears. I was standing in the dirt under a patchwo

Sometimes I wanted to go back to being unconscious in my life. Eating like garbage and blaming everybody else for my problems. Long gone were the days of fast food without a serving of guilt-trip. I felt alone in it, a lot, like I was missing out on some carefree party of the masses, while I unrelen

"I never want to go to sleep," she gasped with wide-eyed enthusiasm. It was like her whole being expanded, full to the brim with life. "I just have so much I want to do before I die." She was at least three decades my elder, but her energy soared above mine. I didn't feel lacking or jealous. Bu

Every once in a while me + The P.I.C. allocate a little cash to give away. It's an extension of our "Happy Money" practice--feeling thankful for everything down to pennies that cross our path, and in turn, giving a little back. I've heard certain money mentors and motivational entrepreneurs say tha

I felt stressed when I let the dishes accumulate to the point of not being able to see the sink's stainless steel bottom. Or when I left projects unfinished. Laundry, unfolded. Wispy nebulas of dust and cat hair floating across the floor, wafted along by the swish of air trailing behind me as I pace