Walking The Walk

My body has waged war on me. Now, there is nothing serious afoot. Please withhold flowers and singing cookiegrams (although I would graciously take them). I understand that I am probably encroaching on clickbait-style headlines with that start (was this fake news? I don’t know), but sometimes you have to grab them by the cojones…

So Long And Thanks For All The Fish…

If there’s one thing I am learning to do in my life, it’s to let go of the things that no longer serve me.  But it’s not always easy.  I have always liked clutching onto things, grasping at stuff that clearly no longer did me any good.  These days, ego or pride or just good…

Sifting Through The Bones Of My Existence

It’s snowing out right now.  Fat flakes are blanketing the ground, muffling the sound of whooshing cars and buses.  I’ve got that fuzzy glow one gets from awaking from a nap. There is coffee at my side, and I’m listening to some gentle music.  I am alone in the house and taking in my breathing,…

Linked, Within

  I’m on LinkedIn.  For those who aren’t familiar with it, it’s a sort of Facebook for professionals.  I’m not very active on it, but it seems to keep my email busy, as I get several notifications a day telling me that someone has linked to me, or joined my circle of pros.  And sometimes…

Bones In The Backyard

A few years ago, there was a young man who I supervised at work.  He was intelligent and well spoken.  But his performance wasn’t up to par.  He was very much involved with union politics and tried to leverage it and any sort of loopholes attached to them to his advantage.  He didn’t work very…

Pinwheels

There are three things I never do when I run – plan the route, carry a phone or stop moving unless I absolutely have to.  This past run, I broke all three of these rules.  I can’t say why, but there was something within that nudged me to plan a route.  It was a path…

Clock Watching

I was always concerned about my son. As a baby and infant, he seemed to take a long time to hit the landmarks that they measure the wee ones by.  Or at least, that’s how I felt when I was comparing him to other kids his age.  It took him a while before he walked. …

Chase The Happy, Lose The Sappy

Oh the Drama.  With a capital D. Well, not the Guiding Light or Real Housewives of Tagg Flats, Oklahoma (or whatever) kind of drama.  No sissy fights or paying off hired killers in leisure suits or wearing white after labor day kind of drama.  I mean the kind of drama that comes with being an…

The Weight

I am not a waif. That is an understatement, by the way. But some of the guys in my treatment center were waifs – bean poles, the knocked-over-by-a-strong-wind type of body type that was part and parcel of addiction.  The drug addicts were the most malnourished.  So mealtime at the treatment center was a study…

Pearls Of Wisdom On Clamming Up

When I was in my teens and early 20’s, I had a small group of guys that I hung out with.  Friends, if you will. We were primarily drinking buddies, but since we had gone to high school together there was that little something that held us together.  When we weren’t hitting it hard at…