Despite our best efforts to live astonishing, gleeful, downright picturesque and consistently perfect lives, sometimes we f*#k things up. Sometimes we make decisions that make us shake our heads and wonder what we were thinking when we said “cheers!” to that fifth shot of gin (not that I have any experience with that at all...
I started my career as a personal trainer (yes, it was all the way back in the 90s, and yes, that was approximately 125 years ago, and yes, I wore those swishy track suits) — which means I got a front row seat to the three-ring circus of Bonkers Human Behavior. Most of my clients wanted...
‘Tis the season to go looking for love, and probably in all the wrong places. You’ve been socially conditioned to have some kind of love transaction this second week of February, and with all due respect to the Hallmark executives, let’s forget about everyone else for a sec and focus the love light inwards. (You...
We had to put our little Ralphie cat down last week and I feel like I've been shot by a rifle. No, wait — a cannon — that’s a far more accurate metaphor. Cannonballs leave way bigger holes than piddly little rifle pellets, and the point I’m trying to make is that there’s a cavernous hole...
No self-respecting blog post about meaning starts without a quote from holocaust-surviving psychologist Victor Frankl (yes! the guy who wrote the most excellent Man’s Search for Meaning): “The question can no longer be ‘What can I expect from life?’ but can now only be ‘What does life expect of me? What task in life is waiting for me?’. I’ll...
My friend Bill (who hilariously calls himself a “free range chicken” after pseudo-retiring a few years ago) recently confided he’s feeling less curious these days. This was bothering him, and I get why. My curiosity has gotten crusty around the edges, too, because I’ve been living a smaller life within our Plague-riddled world. For a...
There are times, usually in the evenings after the dishes have been cleared and Netflix has kindly served up the third episode in a row of Narcos (or whatever the show de jour is), when I find myself not just bored, but restless. And not just bored and restless but longing for SOMETHING TO HAPPEN....
As much as I want to bring you up to speed with what we covered in Part 1 about time, you guessed it: there just isn't enough time. How about this? Go back and read the post before bed tonight... and in the meantime, here are the three points we covered last week: #1: Use the...
Time is a tricky bugger, isn’t it? In my ongoing pursuit to reach through your screen and grab you (lovingly) by the throat and (tenderly) throttle you, in a clumsy but well-intended attempt to remind you that time — your most valuable asset (other than maybe your vintage Pez collection) — IS RUNNING OUT SO...
With 2021 just about ready to bite the biscuit, it’s a perfect time to complete a post-mortem: an examination of your corpse year to determine the cause of death what went well and where you really messed things up. Why is this worth doing? Why not just eat leftover stuffing and watch National Lampoon’s Christmas...
January is right around the corner, which means you’ve got to come up with a list of bullshit resolutions and go buy a calendar! Oh, how we love rituals. Marking the passage of time is a valuable way to stay connected to our ephemerality, which is a fancy word to say that we won’t last...
So I’ve done the research and it seems fairly conclusive: every single one of us is going to die. Sure — we’re living longer than ever (the number of centenarians is supposedly going to grow eightfold by 2050) — but let’s be clear: even if you’re one of the lucky ones who gets to blow...
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