Mirror, Mirror - Making sense of what I see in the reflection
Like many others, I picked up a lot of beliefs about myself in childhood. Kids can be cruel, and from the outside, it seems like some people make it through unscathed, as if they have a nice Teflon coating.
Stranger Love - Lessons From Falling In Love With A Stranger
I’m sure you’re curious as to when I finally succumbed to my adoration, and finally asked her out. See, that’s kind of the complexity about love, it’s rarely just about the feelings of love that allow you to be or be with an amazing partner.
Sharpen Up - Lowering the weapon
A sharp pencil poised in my trembling hand, to stab my enemy in the throat, if necessary.
Sam Lamott on The Other F-Word Podcast
Sam Lamott is interviewed on The Other F-Word Podcast and sharing the truth about being human.
Do the work - Shaun Galanos
Shaun shares what his best self would say to his worst self.
I Come in Pieces - Following your dreams when they conflict with your parents'
Winter 2016, I decided to unfasten the parachute and use my wings to fly. It was right after work one day when I got a call from my boss asking why I was always signing out an hour early.
Test Tube 2 - Starting over from scratch
You see an island feels exactly like that. It’s a Simon and Garfunkel song in living color, with huge trees and a stretch of Quartermaster Harbor that lays placid like a challenge.
Bad Batch - Screwing up and being better for it
I always thought the term “mindfulness” applied to imaginary situations outside of real life; it was something that happened to an enlightened person next to babbling brook somewhere.
Wash Cycle - Moving forward after a bout of depression
It’s maddening behavior like this that makes semi-hysterical depressives like me a particularly easy-to-love lot.
Bad Company - Confronting that inner voice that tells us to quit
And then, I realized, I wasn't alone. I was greeted by another voice, one I’m already deeply familiar with.
Test Tube - Starting over from scratch
A little, buried part of me had just enough romance left that the idea of living in an aluminum tube jimmied between ferns and large pines felt nice.
No Strings Attached - Listening to your inner spirit
When my heart returned to normal, the world became quiet, and still. The phone didn't ring, the emails weren't coming in, and I was left alone with myself.
New Year, Still Here - Starting a new year when you need to
Last Wednesday, I noticed an innocently-placed FedEx envelope at my doorstep.