sobriety.revelations.reckoning
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 […]
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. […]
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 […]
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 […]
