Tonight I made a new friend who is married to an ex Navy SEAL. I have this image of Navy SEALs being total badasses (which they totally are) and so it kind of caught me off guard how incredibly polite and kind he was. Like, there was no 'bad
I was raised by my Dad, and as a kid I remember being so thankful that he raised me because I didn't have his soul. If my Mom had raised me, maybe my Dad and I would never have become close (which he and I deeply are). But
John Steinbeck, at age 58, wrote this: > The doctor's lecture always ends, ‘Slow down! You’re not as young as you once were.’ And I had seen so many begin to pack their lives in cotton wool, smother their impulses, hood their passions, and gradually retire from
"Dad, I want to write. And sometimes I wish I was born a normal person who can work their way up at a corporate job and become VP or CMO or something, but that's just not me. But hopefully my path will be much more exciting and
Tim Ferriss says [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JiFU4CjqgVo] that you should only write a book when the pain of not writing it is greater than the pain of writing it. When what you are writing about needs to be said and it's so urgent that you
Look, all year long I've talked about launching a newsletter. About wanting to be a bestselling author. About growing an audience and really being 'somebody'. And I've done everything possible to avoid actually launching the damn thing. Because it's not aligned with
He is like a sheepskin rug in a cozy room. Flannel and fire and quiet conversations in warm dim lighting. He is the scent of pine and fresh grass after a summer rain. The sound of worn pages being leafed through in your favorite novel. The sight of an old
I turned off all of my social media and it’s so quiet. Just me and my thoughts. I don’t feel lonely though. More just like I am going through drug withdrawals. I keep looking at my phone even though I know there’s nothing there, no hit of
Part of my family lives deep in the Sonoran desert, and every time I visit, I get this primal feeling. It's like the desert knows a secret about me that I myself don't even know, and if I stay long enough, it might just reveal it.
A feeling like maybe God is real and if so, I'm supposed to be here.
I step outside and it's sunny and raining at the same time, and in my mind the rain is glitter and the sky is shades of pink and blue, and everything I see has a throwback polaroid filter over it. I light my dress on fire as I
When my friend had a baby last year, a bunch of folks dropped off lasagna and other frozen meals. This is fairly common in the USA if someone needs help. I realized that if something big happened to me, no one would bring me lasagna. And it was completely my