I can’t remember the podcast or the person that said it, but I heard this week that people in the United States are living at the lowest levels of risk since our country’s inception. Why risk it for the biscuit when you have all the biscuits you need?
For those first three months after I left medicine, it was bliss. To exist, each day upon awakening, was to be outside of medicine and that's all I needed to be fulfilled. For so long I'd worked for that feeling: to just not be a doctor. Everything was rapture. Beer tasted great again! I liked … Continue reading Newsletter #50: The Honeymoon’s Over
For a decade, I've made coffee by the pourover method. For those first nine years, I managed to make a few good cups of coffee. Without a scale, without an understanding of water to coffee ratios, without an assessment of the grounds' coarseness, and without a measure of the water's temperature, I'd use my judgement … Continue reading Newsletter #49: Life’s Too Short to Drink Tea
I simply cannot afford to be cruel to myself any longer, a holdover from my survival in medicine, and hope to create a life I love.
Yesterday, on my morning walk by the creek that trickles behind our home, a purple speck caught my attention. Because I was looking for trout—something I do no matter the depth of the creek, river, or lake—I saw the color pop against the brown dirt of the creek's bank. With cold hands, I scattered decaying … Continue reading Newsletter #48: Winter’s Getting to Me
Toward the end our celebratory dinner, my grandpa made eye contact with me and from across the table, mouthed, “I’m so proud of you.” I mouthed back, “Thank you Gramps.” But I was not proud of me. For nine years, that pride would go unrequited.
The rise, demise, and return of my love for the local health food store, as told through one flyer for astrocartography services.
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.
Ever experienced inverse déjà vu? I did this week. For me, it’s been about as rare as seeing a bald eagle. Inverse déjà vu, I believe, is a marker on the map of our life, letting us know we’re doing what we’re supposed to be doing out here in the uncertainty. Proof that we're answering … Continue reading The Planet Fitness Portal Opens
For the third consecutive Wednesday, I went to my local coffee shop to write. As I sat, staring out the shop's window into a grocery store parking lot, listening to the ladies next to me discuss the merits of whether the kids should be forced to wait at the bus stop when it's less than … Continue reading Newsletter #44: The Coffee Ain’t For Me
