I see you.

This morning, I woke at 4 a.m. and ruminated of all the things I need to do, my endless list of failures (real and perceived), and offered a mid-level lament. After a terrific weekend with good people and one good dog, I was coming down to the realities of what needs to be done at … More I see you.

Love like water

After a few under-the-weather and no-run/no-yoga days, I felt a little stir-crazy so I bundled up this morning for a short walk. Lately, I’ve been practicing listening to what is around me rather than all of the whizzing and zig-zagging thoughts which sometimes fill my head. Predawn Manhappiness was cold and quiet. “Love like water.”  I … More Love like water

What if we fail?

Macbeth: If we should fail? Lady Macbeth: We fail? But screw your courage to the sticking place, And we’ll not fail. What do you do with uncertainty? Recently, I resurrected a long-dead dream…Grad School. Following my undergraduate degree, I’d been offered a chance to pursue a Master’s degree in a lovely place along the eastern … More What if we fail?

No Shortcuts

I walked to work today. It was crisp and clear. Just what I needed. As in every walk-to-work-day, my mind constantly scanned for the best way forward or “how to ensure I get to work on time.” When driving, the route is straightforward: over the cobbles of Juliette to the canopied Bertrand, then North Manhattan, … More No Shortcuts

What we know now

When I was tiny, I believed a tinier band – music band – lived in the dashboard of our car. I was  amazed the tiny band who lived in our radio at home knew the same songs as the ones which played as we motored over the autobahn. I also believed fairies lived in the trees and … More What we know now

Yes to the Mess

Yes. Yes to “want to meet us at the park?” Yes to “want to join us for supper?” Yes to “I’ve got a fire and a beer. Come on over.” I’ve been saying yes lately to heaps of good things – easily identifiable ‘good things.’ Yesterday, I said yes to a few messy things: tears … More Yes to the Mess

Young at heart

Failure and freedom: I wrote of this Monday – cheekily mentioning about not staying in heartbreak hotel. How prescient. Tuesday evening, I cried with the fella as we watched our hearts break in a good hard decision towards focusing on shoring up a family and a future. The grief – the weight of the loss – is real. … More Young at heart