“Oh I’ve heard, that it’s good, to look before you cross…
And nobody, no one, nowhere will ever find you – if you don’t get yourself lost.” (Robinson/Robinson)
We’re all a little flawed. Some of us more than others, I guess, but we’ve all got some baggage in our respective metaphorical closets. Once we become cognizant it’s there, we’ve got exactly two choices on how we can proceed – we can avoid it, or we can address it.
The problem with addressing it, though, is that it’s hard. And sometimes scary. And it might take a while. Plus, we’ve got shit to do. The kids have practice or that report is due or the boat payment isn’t going to make itself; whatever the reason, we resign ourselves to a course of avoidance and move forward, albeit down a serpentine path. Continue reading Finding Happiness Outside Our Walls
It’s a little after 9 a.m., and you just finished off your lukewarm breakfast sandwich and plastic bottle of orange juice. You push the tray away and turn your head to the right to look outside. The sun is up, not many clouds out there, and you see a couple finches flutter in and out of a tree branch just outside your third floor window. You smile at the natural beauty for a beat or two.
Your kids will come to visit shortly, and your spouse is off somewhere arranging your hospice care. You’ve got a month left, maybe two if you’re lucky, and you can’t wait to get home and out of this God-forsaken hospital bed. Continue reading Living in Reverse
I don’t think I’m too far out of the ordinary when I say that I want to be right. I’m competitive, analytical, and even – I know this is hard to believe – argumentative. I had my viewpoint, and I would be determined to prove its worth to you, until either you openly accepted it or I was satisfied that I had made my case so robustly that your response was rendered moot anyway. Continue reading Right or Happy
One of the first pleasant surprises I discovered in my time living overseas was one of the hardest to relinquish when it was time to come back home. It was a simple concept, one that was everything and nothing at the same time. It made social interaction more interesting, and made it a hell of a lot easier to get coveted attention from the fairer sex.
Continue reading Perception is Reality?
I like to think I’m not a cynic, but I am skeptical more often than not. So when I first watched “Live at Wembley Stadium”, a concert film of the Foo Fighters, I was skeptical of the sincerity of the emotion singer Dave Grohl displayed as he spoke to the crowd.
Continue reading My Wembley Moment