I know I’m not the only one. You do it, too, right? You carefully craft that last bite of your dinner to be the best one—the one that has the crispy bit of skin, the right dollop of sauce, the right amount of potato. It’s an artform, really. Breakfast is my favorite meal of the...

I’ve been known to go on and on about living a “squander-free life”; it’s kind of what Four Thousand Mondays is built on, this notion of not wasting our precious 4,000 Mondays, of not getting to the end of it all and thinking, “I really half-assed that one life of mine.” (For the record: we...

Welcome back you little glutton for punishment, you! We’re here to shine an unflattering spotlight on the ways you are robbing yourself of aliveness/ unwittingly killing yourself/ detonating your potential to live with guts and gusto. This stuff ain’t for the squeamish . . . but it’s “required reading” for those of us who want...

Welcome back for another life-jolting conversation about things that might need killing off in your life (before they end up killing you first). This is going to be so much fun! As discussed in Part One of this NEVERENDING series, there really isn’t a shortage of ways we snuff the life out of our precious...

We spend a lot of time here talking about your inevitable demise—because as the Grim Reaper’s chief cheerleader, it’s my mission to remind us, ad nauseam, that we might want to live before we die. (There won’t be a well-choreographed cheerleading routine because I am the least coordinated person you’d ever have the horror of...

Which would you rather? A) Spend time with your job-hating partner B) Slam your finger in the car door C) Die from internal bleeding after slamming your finger in the car door Most people choose C. Some choose B (there’s an optimist in every crowd!). No sane person chooses A because NO ONE IN THEIR...

We are gathered here today to drive the final nail in the Grim Reaper’s coffin. We’re going to put the fun in funeral, kids! So far we’ve covered six ways to stave off the Reaper, in an effort to live the liveliest versions of our lives (in Part One and Part Two): Get new parents...

Lust: it’s the reason for the season! You know . . . Valentine’s Day? Some say it’s about love but let’s skip the mushy part and get right into the salacious stuff, shall we? Just kidding—my Dad reads this blog every Monday, so I won’t be getting all X-rated on you. Another thing I won’t...

Welcome to the next installment in a series designed to make yourself substantially less attractive to the Grim Reaper. In case you played hooky from Part One last week, we covered the following ways to live like you mean it: Get new parents (or, take happiness into your own hands). Pull the plug on your...

Let’s be clear from the get-go: the Grim Reaper is coming for you. No spoiler alert is required for that bit of juicy gossip! Yeah, you’ve got about 4,000 Mondays in this lifetime and chances are you’ve used up a hefty sum of them already. (I’ve used up more than half of my Mondays, so...

Take a quick peek at the Highly Scientific Vitality Spectrum, and make a note about where you happen to fall today: Feeling a bit toe-taggy as of late? Feeling like life is one giant carnival full of funnel cakes and clowns (the happy clowns, not the weird ones)? Feeling somewhere in between? Researchers have developed...

One of my biggest goals in life (right up there with convincing the candy executives to sell an all-red bag of Skittles) is to push you to the brink of an existential crisis. You’ll notice I said “brink”; I’m not an animal. Just like in the mobster movies when they dangle the guy off the...