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Sometimes I fantasize about how good it would feel to write my journals with pen and paper. It’s an odd fantasy because I haven’t physically written anything in that way for 16 or 17 years now. I’m not sure how accurate this is memory is, but the last time I remember writing in an old…

It’s another day of moderate importance, yay for me!  The years have taught me to be both mindful and thankful for each of these days that I’m allowed to experience. Getting older means a lot of things. The world closes in on us, fast? If something takes 30-some years to happen, I don’t know that…

Yesterday night’s writing is retrospectively funny. Firstly, I didn’t have a Literature class in 9th grade. Secondly, the English teacher that I did have was a man. I was envisioning myself in 7th grade Lit, back in middle school, yet referred to myself as having been in the completely different time and place of 9th…

Freedom is the freedom to say that two plus two make four. If that is granted, all else follows.  -1984 The end of chapter 7 makes me feel like I’m back in Literature class. Our teacher is standing at the front of the room asking us questions about the reading. She is partially motivated by…

I think that my experiences from the past year have me believing in a new philosophy as concerning weight, food, and working out. Working out is important for a lot of reasons – I don’t think weight loss is one of them. I think that a person in an office job can live at a healthy…

I finally started reading 1984 last night. Only 13 or 14 pages in and I already know that it’s going to be a book that I’ll very much enjoy. Having read nothing but R.A. Salvatore for the past couple years has me on the ropes in trying to adjust to a different author. However much…

Times of tragedy have a way of reminding me why I started writing all those years ago. It’s easy to dismiss all of the words I have penned to the paper for all these years, because they’ve already been written, harder is it to remember the hows and the whys of how they came to…

Below is the eulogy I read for Papi’s funeral today:   Papi had a lot of nicknames for me, the Kuwaiti Kid, #2, but my favorite of all the nicknames was Son. I’ve never known my biological father, and Papi always treated me as one of his own. He taught us a lot of important…

I’ve gotten a lot done over the past month. The man cave has been cleaned out and turned into a recording room. Boxes of junk have been tossed, boxes of not junk have been donated, and boxes of stuff have been organized. Everything I do has a price tag; time cost, pain cost, cost of…

So, I have something I need to say, judge me as you see fit. From time to time, I suffer from paralyzing amounts of sadness.  It’s hard for me to label the sadness as depression, because the D word is hard for a lot of people to handle, myself included. While depression isn’t as silent…