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2020-10-04 On Days Like Today
On days like today I’m reminded how my son never wants to go outside. He resists it each and every time that I’ve suggested it, reliable as day turning to night as the sun slides down the sky. It always frustrates me because the outdoors has so much to offer. I ask myself as much…
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2020-10-03 Thanks for the Reminder
It’s been a wild week. Lots of drama with the end of my time as an employee (at long last) and finally getting to pull the trigger on the first issue of The Good Life Review. It took till about 6PM yesterday before I entered into that corpse pose phase I’ve been talking about for…
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2020-10-02 Jump Into this Day From Yesterday’s Sin…
On October 21, 2010 (not a typo – ten years ago) I wrote my first post on my first blog: Day By Day. It’s proof, that no one can predict what the future holds. No one can know what they are capable of. No one realizes the capacity of their cup.. until they begin to…
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2020-10-01 The (Other) Letter From the Editor
I’ve been tucked in a cubby hole of time for a few days. I’ve tried to finish strong with my last few days of work without letting my apathy show through the zooms and emails. I’ve tried to hide the fact that my heart is already elsewhere. Ask me how I feel today on this…
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2020-09-28 Staring Down the Barrel of a Loaded…
… Dishwasher. 🤣 I didn’t hear the alarm go off this morning and when I heard the shower turn on I seriously thought about pretending to still be asleep through the morning routine. Allergies are kicking me in the ass this year and the 2am flair up that causes me to wake up with severe…
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2020-09-27 It’s All Just So Rhetorical
It’s overcast and there’s a soft rain falling on the patio. I can hear low rumbles in the distance letting me know the sky is threatening somewhere, out there. But not here. Here there is a calm that only Sunday morning can bring. The demons of Saturday Night have all stumbled to their beds and…
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2020-09-25 Tides Don’t Turn
They’re relentless rolling towards the shore where waves crash like an unforgiving Kublai Kan. Or the resulting opiate inspired vision in dream. Just a fragment. A sliver of the largest moon that ever pulled the tide up with such reliable gravity. Such a tragedy that the only words to linger after the last line are…
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2020-09-24 Could it Really Be?…
The End of Days. Have we finally tipped-toed (or trampled) too far into territory we can’t escape from? Humans and their appetite for self destruction. Their inherent self-centered nature. Their insatiable need for more. We’re they destined for this end from the start of their days? I say “they” and “their” when what I really…
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