Snoozing is harmless. Everyone snoozes, I thought to myself, when I chose to snooze today. After all, it's only nine minutes. But nine minutes matters. Ask my throbbing ankle.
Tag: Meaning
Hello, Happiness? Is That You?
Am I happy? Since my eyes opened four hours ago, I’ve dreaded writing this essay. Now that I’m drafting this essay, the dread grows. It’s not coming together as expected. This feeling sucks. My head hurts. I want to go back to bed. No, I am not happy.
The Treacherous Trail to Asheville
People ask my wife and I why we moved to Asheville. Often, we haven’t had an explanation other than it felt right. Often, I do think we’re kinda crazy. But last night, I felt a little less crazy and a little more alive, knowing that...
“Ryan, You Sure Have It All Figured Out, Huh?”
One finding, revealed as a mid-life crisis, career catharsis, and cross-country move stripped my life to the studs, has freed me from the straitjacket I've known for most of my life.
Two Sides of the Same Delusion
Seriously, you’re trying to make $50 off a coffee table? You have $200,000 in student loans! Wake the hell up! This isn’t going anywhere!
How Can I Live If I’m Not “Good At Everything”?
Some days, I can bear myself with grace. Other days, I crucify myself for not being good enough, wondering if I should pull the pin and get back to something I’m better at. How I live out this question, in this season, will determine if I can the avoid the familiar trap of “being good at everything” for the rest of my life.
Escaping a Cold Prison of My Own Making
Minutes ago, I almost started this essay, but didn’t know what to write, so I procrastinated. God, the muses, and the universe took offense to my inaction and gifted me with my predicament, after I stepped across our backdoor’s threshold, flipped the bottom lock on reflex, and stepped outside.
The Peril and Promise of a Rolled-Down Window
I opened my eyes, looked around my parents’ yard, and realized in an instant, what I hoped to never see: five years were gone, and I wasn’t home.
The Truth in a Thousand-Yard Stare
I recently devoured The House of God. What a book, outlining the fictional intern year of Dr. Roy G. Basch, which makes one think about the empty promises of medicine. It makes one wonder if it was worth it.
If No One Sees the Leaves Drop, Is It Really Fall?
I saw an endless carpet of blackjack oaks and cedars, dotted in randomly symmetric yellow foliage. The sun wasn’t high enough to burn my retinas, fuzzed by the horizon’s humidity, so I got greedy and gazed as far as I could see.