sobriety.revelations.reckoning
Not fml, but fuck my brain. The endless ruminations about the future and the past; the constant search for the next place, be it near or far, the lack of closure; all of it is seriously eating any semblance of joy I was hanging onto. There’s something about the stark coldness of the new year. […]
pation. Is there anything sweeter? Yes, but not much. Whenever I hear the word I think of one particular college winter break near the turn of the century. Beth and I spent the week hanging out in a large, drafty 4 bedroom house in College Park, MD. being typical wild whimsical 19yr old’s with fuchsia […]
The future waits for no one. Today is the tomorrow you worried about yesterday. You get the idea. I’ve been (barely) managing to not get swallowed by stress, while taking a few steps to line up possibilities. Balancing living in the moment with planning for the future is not an easy ask. And I’m a […]
Over 4 months. You know what’s nuts? I’ve never taken a break from drinking and thought so little about it. Almost as if it was an extraneous or arbitrary concern. I knew I needed to cut it out completely, more due to the addition to cigarettes and my precarious relationship state than anything else. I […]
Worrying is the death of being in the moment. We all know this. Many of us feel it on a cellular level when cortisol (fight or flight) and adrenaline (not the fun kind) flood our bloodstream. Whether you’re worried about your health, your job, the asshole doing 20 in the left lane of a 35mph […]
