I really don’t feel like talking about being sad.
I guess that’s a good enough reason to talk about being sad.
I haven’t felt like writing anything in a while because I’ve been seriously looking at my life and have been quite unhappy with what I see.
Let’s be clear, I am not depressed. Continue reading
Let’s be clear.
Jeannette is an amazing person.
I am not “in love” with her. Continue reading
Always be just. Never be just anything.
Without revealing my job or position, this will sound much vaguer than I’d like, so let’s draw a hypothetical situation to reveal the meaning. It actually paints an even more digestible picture to discuss.
Let us imagine a world where I can tolerate the random disgusting things we all do enough to be a nurse and enough compassion to make people feel comfortable. In this fictional world I had a customer ask me if I was a doctor, to which I said, “I’m just the nurse.” This customer looked me dead in the eye and with the most compassionate look I’ve ever received said “Never be just anything.” Continue reading
“Just put the pieces together. There is a big picture. This is the calling of religion, of philosophy, of science.”
If I were to drop a million puzzle pieces on the table in front of you, where would you start, what would you do? Continue reading
I am alone.
For the first time in my life I really know what that means. It is the most amazing and freeing and horrible feeling in the universe.
My entire life I’ve been guilty of thinking I understand other people. And really, I do have a good handle on other people. The latest revelation I have come to is that I’ve never understood myself.
It has been my greatest strength for years and my greatest weakness for decades. Continue reading
As babies, we learn through smiles.
A smile is the first question we are asked and the first answer we learn. A smile therefore becomes the first question we ask and the first answer we look for.
Who doesn’t remember faces poking in over the edge of their crib and smiling at them? Okay, I guess most of us don’t remember that, but it’s probably not a stretch of the imagination to think that people did that. It’s probably not a stretch to think that your parents smiled when you pooped in the potty. Continue reading
One of the greatest things about talking to Jeannette is that when I say I’m stupid, she thinks about it and agrees. You see, she judges me.
I wish more people would do that. Continue reading