Today is the official national day of thanks. What a great day. Spend time with loved ones, eat a bunch of great food, and take time to appreciate all we are lucky enough to have. Being grateful is one of the best feelings I experience. But you probably picked up on that.
Continue reading “All The Small Things”
Ninety three. That’s the number of good things I experienced over the past month. Actually I experienced more, that’s just how many I made a lasting note of. I hadn’t really considered the number until I sat down to write this. It feels like a high number. It makes me feel really good. Taking note of three good things each day has been a wonderful thing to do and a great way to end my day. Continue reading “This Is Not The End”
“Life is weird.” I’ve been hearing this quite a bit lately, mostly in my own head, but from a few other places too. But is life weird, really? Continue reading “That’s Life”
I talked earlier this year about some mental health problems I was having. I want to let you know I am doing better. Things aren’t perfect, but mostly I wanted to take charge of my own life. I’m in a good place at the moment, mostly. 2016 is a pretty jacked up year, so I’m doing the best I can. Part of what’s keeping me in the good place is remembering and making notes of my blessings, and since it’s Thanksgiving, I want to talk about a few of these, and some of the little things I do that make huge impacts on my life and well-being.
Continue reading “Too Close To See”
I know it’s been quiet around here. I haven’t posted anything for about two months. Sorry about that. Though no one has said anything, except for one person who asked why there’s no Happy Friday. But I have been dealing with some stuff and trying to figure out other things. Writing just wasn’t part of that. Although, it probably should have been. Actually I have started dabbling in some fiction work, but writing endings is hard. Everyone just dies on the way back to their home planet. But I’m going to rectify that, the posting on this site thing, not the space death endings. Ok probably the space death stuff, but that’s not the immediate priority. So expect the regular postings again.
Continue reading “Swan Dive”
Normally a hot bed of bustling activity, the 16th street mall is deserted, quiet, and calm. It’s Sunday morning and only few shops are open, mostly the ones that serve coffee. Walking this calm mall, with the sun peeking between the buildings, has become a welcomed part of my Denver Comic Con experience. I even left for the con early this year in order to experience this longer.
As I slowly made my way toward the convention center, I thought about the past couple of days. Comic Con always makes me happy, and because I can’t just accept happiness, I had to try to figure out why this was. What is so great about Comic Con that it keeps me coming back?
Continue reading “Bad Art and Weirdo Ideas”
I sat on the L train, staring out the window at Chicago passing by. I was with three of my best friends and surrounded by strangers. But I felt lost and alone. I knew in the next few months I would be let go from my job. I had no idea what was next for me. With each stop, I considered running out of the doors and disappearing into the city, assuming it would provide an answer. But I’m not that impulsive. I would need much more of a plan. But above those doors I did see something. It was an ad for Second City improv classes.
Continue reading “Anchors Aweigh”