Inspired by Pat Walls documenting his tennis practice hours, I started logging every hour that I've danced since I first started dancing in October. I've danced 110.5 hours since October. If I continue at this pace, it'd take 27 years to reach mastery.
My good friend Lizz is a talented comic artist. Her art is weird as hell, it's raw and unfiltered and incredibly honest, and it amazes me. She doesn't draw for likes or attention, to build a brand, or to make money. She already has a great
confessions
Last night, I found out that my Dad has only a couple of months left to live. I feel like I'm the one dying, because I can't imagine being here without him. He can't die! That's not allowed. No. But even if
So I had a chance to dance with actual pros, like, how fucking lucky was I? I mustered my courage and asked a different competitor to dance each time I got a chance. I think I might have been the worst dancer there by far.
When I first started running, someone told me this new habit would be there forever. Even if I stopped for a long time, if I were to pick it up again, the rhythm would come right back because it would already be programmed into me. I've stopped and
mental health
I have a friend right now who is probably gonna travel to another country and search for a wife. And I wanna be like, dude, wherever you go, there you are. If you go looking for her, you'll never find her. But if you stay and look for yourself, then she will find you.
monthly recap
This year, however, was dead silent. Did I even have a mouth? My pages ran dry. A dense grey fog rolled in so slowly I didn't feel it coming. I just knew that one day, everything looked hazy and far away and slow and so so quiet.
I didn't know any of this. Heck, I didn't know the founder's name was Conrad, even though they literally have a hotel chain in their brand called Conrad by Hilton. They've pioneered SO much and no one knows or cares.
I've gotten increasingly more introverted with each year of my adult life. I'd be happy spending every night of the week at home, and I actually dreaded my social 'obligations'. When I did go out, I'd end the night feeling drained, and
friendships
A live blues band plays as it pours outside of the little honky tonk. Lightning flickers through stained glass windows, casting pink shadows on the floor, and a couple slow-dances around the bar owner's dog as – "Madi," my friend, Matt, says. "Isn't tonight
They choose the flashy place to live Network with the flashiest friends Attend the flashiest events Work the flashiest job Read the flashiest books Showcase the flashiest lovers All to fill a hole that can't get filled by flashy things.
This scene from the movie Pig is the best thing I've seen all year. Derek, why do you care about these people? They don't care about you, none of them. They don't even know you, because you haven't shown them. Every day