I was 8 or 9 when my mom took me to see my first magic show. David Copperfield. Be still my heart. Hundreds of people. Ducks and chickens on stage. A large scale, hundred thousand dollar production. It was awesome. I had practiced and perfected all of the tricks in my Blackstone magic kit; and […]
Tag: possibilities
FMB
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. […]
Change
The only eclipse of 2020 is today, 12/14. That also marks six sober months. Time fucking flies. When I think of where I was, what my life looked like on day one, it feels like I’m looking back on myself a few years ago. So much has changed. Not just in my internal landscape, but […]
Antici
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 […]
Blue Moon
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 […]