Category Archives: Life

Life is a game… and sure, you’re kind of player in the game… but you’re also kind of the referee… so this gets super confusing, but being a referee sucks… because half the people in the gym (your life) are convinced you’re making the wrong calls.

I don’t have enough fingers or toes to count the number of times I was sure the other drivers were out of their minds (to put it mildly) as they wandered into my lane, cut me off, or (the most unforgivable) were only going the speed limit in the fast lane of the freeway.

Admittedly, I have also caught myself accidentally wandering into a lane I shouldn’t, cutting someone off, and yes… only going 5 mph above the speed limit in the fast lane with an absurdly-lifted truck riding me waaaaay too close.

“He must be overcompensating for something.”

Brace yourself… a super sappy quote is coming, and I just wanted you to be prepared…

“Many people will walk in and out of your life, but only true friends will leave footprints in your heart.”
Eleanor Roosevelt

Awwwwwwww!!! My heart is melting with sentiment and love and apparently footprints.

I have an addiction.
I hate that I have it.
There are days when I succumb to this addiction for hours at a time and it leaves me feeling utterly worthless.

It takes me away from my family and I miss important moments in their lives.

I’ve officially crossed the threshold and passed on to the other side of life known as middle-age.

You might ask, “How does one know when this level-up status has been reached?”
Buckle up (you’ll get the pun later), you’re about to find out.

It’s 2:45 am. I’m on a train. I’ve just fallen asleep after hours of trying.
It seems like the more you think about falling asleep, the harder it is.

My dad is my hero.

Not because he’s perfect, just the opposite in fact. When I was a teenager, he and I would argue about pretty much everything in an effort to out-stubborn the other. I would always win… wait no… he would win… he was the most stubborn… but I was right.

“You are selfish.”
This is one of the most gut-wrenching insults a person can throw at you. It puts you into a special category of low life who sucks the energy and resources from others to serve your own interests.

Ironically, being called selfish is usually in response to you being unwilling to do something to serve the accuser’s self-interest, and is quickly followed up with, “You should be more selfless.”

But should you?