I might get lost in a strange place. But, I’m already lost where I’m at, so…
I know what love is, and I know what it definitely isn’t. And, I know I have a choice to make about the remaining time I have.
How many people have years like this? How many years like this do you have in your entire life? One, maybe two or three? I’m so completely grateful for coming out the other end of it transformed that it’s humbling.
You don’t get to choose who you love. Here’s my handy guide, with help from Falcor and friends, on loving addicts, grief-stricken friends and the apathetic…FUN!
Don’t laugh. I thought it would be easier than this. And, no, I don’t want to sleep with your husbands.
Groeningisms refer to the act of daily easter egg-like content that an audience comes to know and love. There’s something about that daily exercise. The daily act of coming up with something clever, or funny. Or, maybe not funny. Maybe something really devestaing—just dark, who cares?
Goal for 2016….know that the universe, for a short period in history, created a small blue planet capable of art, music, thought, war, pain, and suffering—and that it will all be forgotten in the grand scheme of things.
A cynic’s update to her solo journey through the southwest. Spoiler alert: it’s going well.
Be brave. That’s all I can say. It sort of sucks. It’s not perfect. But try it. People are really afraid of loneliness. I think this is funny, actually. It’s not so bad, I think. I’m so lonely in my real life sometimes, I think I might die and no one will notice. But, in practice, when I travel with another person, I end up cranky. I like to spend 99% of the time inside of my own head anyway.
If happiness is a choice, then why do we need a PR campaign to convince us? Why do we need to be reminded?
And, shouldn’t that make us just a little bit suspicious?