Collecting Stories

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Things are starting to come out. Truths are being revealed. Off the cuff and without any shame, she says things. Maybe I’m finally listening. I’m really hearing it all now, absolutely noting it down, slowly accumulating. I have this ever growing pile for the tome of a book I’ll one day manifest. One day. We all know that line. The story I tell myself is one day I’ll tell my story.  I’m terribly into setting and place; all conditions perfectly buffed, all mood lighting lit. Planned over spontaneity. But there’s never the right time except the now, and all the perfect moments fall into place as we go. There is never a one day. We have to fill up our … Read More

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Bite the Bullet

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I have a visceral dislike of the cold weather. My limbs lose feeling quickly. It’s known as Raynaud’s disease. I’m physically not cut out for it. Having already planned for and been obligated to, I got out yesterday morning at the beginning of a short ice storm. In the time it took to hop on the tollway and drive downtown to the shortest photo shoot I have ever participated in, my windshield tried to ice over. The dashboard vent only started to help melt it off when I pulled up at the destination. Showing up panicky and anxious, I declared it better go by fast because I didn’t want to to get stuck anywhere other than home! I’m a freakin … Read More

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Winter Words

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I have been writing in this space for nine years. Of course, I’ve only gotten deliberate about judiciously posting in the last three to four. There have been numerous times I’ve gone to post something and recognized the redundancy, felt tired out by my own thoughts. The upside to this observation is at least I’m consistent. The downside depresses me with the feeling that I may be speaking into an ether, or even worse, spitting in the wind. Considering the internet blogging space has only gotten busier and louder, I wonder where I fit in; if I do at all, really. As much as I do have a unique voice, it isn’t particularly remarkable. This is exactly what writing is, finding the right words; sifting through the metaphorical rubble to prose-up a hidden … Read More

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Walking…

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Walking work  The handful of exceptional entrepreneurs I know are extremely busy; like, you have to contact their assistant to schedule a 5 minute phone call kind of busy. The better of them use the general coffee-tea-happy hour cocktail hour meeting as a chance to kill two birds with one stone, whereby they walk. An opportunity for exercise. When I was in Santa Barbara back in March, there was the walk through the farmer’s market meeting. Grab some fruit and veg, get exercise, discuss business. When I was in Boston, I was being a tourist but also walking through plans. Recently in Wisconsin, clarifying ideas and objectives seemed to come specifically from walking. Last Saturday’s book editing proposal involved walking … Read More

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Ode to Sleep

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From where I sit: I’ve slept ~6 hours in the last two nights, each. This.is.no.bueno.for.me. Zombie-esque. 7.5 hours is my minimum. I hate everything otherwise! I don’t verbalize it as such, but I think it. I think it so hard. I am concrete being drug through mud. Over the years, under the guise of this fog, I’ve made objective observations. The experience has repeated itself enough, I can somewhat rise above it. There’s always the general anger over the circumstance; the physical ache within my self, my body; the negative thoughts…The real fist punches are the negative thoughts. Now an observer of them, I can classify them as ‘other’, as apart from me and very circumstantial. I’ve learned to overcome … Read More

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