The Message of the Semicolon

I’m a fan of tattoos mostly because everyone has a story, and body art is simply another means by which we share our journey. Although I may appear to be a mixed bag of random colors and images with an arbitrary theme, I promise this is not the case. I like large, colorful tattoos so I tend to choose pieces that put it all out there for the world to see. Think big, bold, and screaming the obvious. However, there are also the small, unassuming ones that fill the gaps but also hold deep meaning. The art that covers my body is how I choose to memorialize the most important moments of my life. It shows where I’ve been, who I am, what I believe, and hopefully—where I’m going. The story is there, inked into my dermis as a permanent reminder of all the paths I’ve taken. Good. Bad. Everything. The large images are the ones that attract the most attention but some of the smallest are the ones that hold the most meaning. Allow me to explain. Read more…

My Eulogy

My parents have a bizarre tendency for not telling me when people have passed away. For instance, my cousin died this summer and they waited two weeks to tell me. They casually slipped it in a random conversation we were having about a yard sale. I don’t even know how you make that leap, but they did. The same thing happened when my uncle passed but that time, they waited over a month. When my grandmother died, they had a memorial service six-months later, and forgot to invite me. Weird. This trend caused me to consider my own inevitable demise because I wonder how many people they would leave off my guest list. Assuming there was even a service. I also worry that I could be buried in one of my mother’s favorite dresses, and she would absolutely forget to wax my upper lip. I’ve decided to take matters into my own hands by launching preemptive strikes. I’m making my own arrangements, which includes being cremated, and tossed in the Ganges. Today, I’ll start with my eulogy because I’m sure my parents don’t know me well enough to write any of this on their own. Welcome to my party. Read more…

Beyond The Comfort Zone

“You better check yourself before you wreck yourself.”~ Ice Cube

I’ve spent the last few weeks deeply enmeshed in my revisions. I also inadvertently went too far down the rabbit hole without allocating sufficient recovery time. The result was that I resurfaced in a frazzled state featuring the dreaded combination of depression and anxiety. I was on a roll. The content was flowing, which also caused my sleep cycles to become erratic but hey, who am I to argue with the writing gods? Ultimately, I realized that I have to remember that I’m human. No more. No less. Shit happens but I can’t run the risk of riding an emotional roller coaster brought on by sleep deprivation, and an abundance of caffeine. I have a tendency to paint myself into virtual corners, and when that occurs, I definitely benefit from a mental health tune-up. That being said, this week’s post is a way to cut myself, and my head, some slack. I’ve decided to step away from the trigger-loaded manuscript, and instead, lighten up. Let’s roll
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Feeling Crazy? Go With It…

‘Crazy is a term of art; ‘Insane’ is a term of law. Remember that, and you will save yourself a lot of trouble.” ~Hunter S. Thompson

I’m down with crazy. Hell, I thrive in the midst of the chaos that whirls around in my head. What used to leave me feeling anxious, and scared, now makes me feel alive. Inspired. However, left unchecked, it can also allow me to become distracted. I am fortunate to be surrounded by other creative folks who understand how to embrace their own funnel clouds, and transform them into something meaningful. I spent far too many years trying to analyze, manage, and suppress the cyclonic thoughts whipping through my head. I’ve since stopped, and now, I wear my craziness as I do my heart—on my sleeve. Read more…

Finding Novelty In The Ordinary

A few months ago, I had a conversation with a friend about why it is that we continually seek all that is new. Who doesn’t relish the novelty of a new car, puppy, home, challenge, experience or relationship? The question I posed was: why is it that humans find it challenging to sustain our passion for projects, people, and love, once the novelty has worn off? Her position, especially as it pertained to relationships, was that it is impossible to sustain the level of emotional energy required when something or someone first piques our interest. Although I understood her point, and to some degree, agreed with its validity, I argued the opposite. I believe that we owe it to ourselves to find the uniqueness in life, and love. Every. Single. Day. Read more…

Girls Don’t Do That…

I’ve made no secret about the fact that I rarely leave my house. However, when I do tempt fate and venture beyond my comfort zone, I drag with me a looming fear that disaster can strike without notice. Let’s put aside for a moment my plethora of social anxieties, which I have openly shared in previous blogs—I’ve learned to live with those. However, I’ve recently discovered a new, and more worrisome issue: I lack the knowledge to perform many basic life skills. This eye-opener drove my semi-unbalanced mental state right up to code red. Full-panic mode. Read more…

This Is My Thing…Guest Post by Christy Barongan

This week I’d like to welcome Christy Barongan to the blog. As the first guest post of 2015, I’m thrilled to have a writer who shares using both honesty and humor. Christy has chosen to write about a challenging and important topic. Self-acceptance. I’d like to thank Christy for agreeing to share her post, speak her truth, and offer us plenty to think about as we begin a new week. Please check out her links below so you can connect with her on her own website and various social media accounts. Enjoy. Read more…

Resolutions? Not Me…

We’re only about two weeks into a new year and it seems that folks have been quick to ditch the holiday cheer. Instead of spreading merriment and good will, I’ve seen road rage, impromptu arguments at the grocery store (one involving a ham), and overall crankiness. It appears we’ve returned to the status quo. The tricky part, as I see it, is to figure out why our good spirits are stripped away as quickly as any post-holiday store display. I blame the dreaded, and unnecessary, New Year’s Resolutions. Read more…

Managing Chaos…Living With OCD

Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder. The clinical, fancy term used to describe those of us who compulsively count, arrange, organize, obsess, and worry about the potential for catastrophic events. I spend my days worrying about everything from mystery diseases to the zombie apocalypse, and everything in between. I’ve been living with OCD for as long as I can remember, and recently, I’ve decided to stop fighting the madness and instead, go with the flow. Even if that means I’ll be counting my steps along the path. Before anyone goes off on a rant about mental health, the benefits of pharmaceuticals, therapy, and OCD being a distraction from other anxieties—hear me out. Read more…

On the Lam…A Citizen’s Arrest

I’m enjoying a quiet week to regroup and prepare to hit the ground running in January. Who knows, maybe I’ll just hit the ground. I don’t really care much for running. Enjoy this archive from an event that took place in the spring of 2013. I hope you all have a wonderful, safe, and happy New Year. Thank you for your continued support and I’ll see you in 2015. On with the show…

Apparently, the practice of conducting a citizen’s arrest is still alive and well. After witnessing my commission of a moving violation, a self-appointed vigilante felt it was her civic duty to pull me over. Before I unveil the particulars of the situation, I would like to confess my guilt to any law enforcement officers who are currently trying to locate and possibly apprehend me. I would also like to add that after thirty years of driving, I have never been issued a ticket, warning or gathered points on my license. I was, however, having a very bad day and the Charles Bronson of traffic laws made it that much worse. Read more…