I set out to find my people and headed to the great, big city. But, I realized everything I ever needed was right here in my own backyard. Dammit.
Category: gonzo journalism
I’m in the middle of nowhere between the worst wildfires in Oregon’s history and the past life that just burned down behind me in Utah. Where I go next is TBD…
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.
Don’t laugh. I thought it would be easier than this. And, no, I don’t want to sleep with your husbands.
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.
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?