i designed a calendar in 2020 that never got printed. a year later, i updated the file and tried again. remembering my initial failure, i started doubting the direction i was flying. you see failure is not something i handle well. in fact, failure was not something i’ve needed to “handle” at all. i didn’t
[BIRD NOTE: i started writing this in january but never posted it … because… duh … i was afraid. every time i start to see daylight the darkness creeps in so below is my attempt to fly into the eye of the storm. my fears.] i woke up to a puking dog this morning. upon
every so often life comes completely full circle. call it synchronicity. serendipity. fate. coincidence. call it whatever you like. it’s f*cking incredible.
it’s earth day. one of my most favorite days of the year [!] … for one single day … i can walk around picking up trash and no one will judge me. i’m over here “decluttering” why i give a damn what others think — in all scenarios but especially this one. no one wants
three years ago [march 2, 2018] i sat in a bar amongst college friends i hadn’t seen in over a decade – remembering jenna. she was incredible and while we were all devastated … i admit that many of us were not entirely shocked that she was the first go.
the universe is a wonderfully, tricky b*tch sometimes and she [yes, she] has smacked me between the eyes once again. as explained in a previous post, every so often [a.k.a. all the time] when i am about to “take flight,” i fall down a bird hole. it happened, again.
i have worked nearly every day since i was 15. work has come to define who i am. it is not ALL that i am. i’m finally ready to fly in a new direction…
last night i had a bomb dropped on me. this morning i woke up ready to fight back. then i paused to understand and strategize [like i always do]: … what am i hoping to achieve?… what do i want the response to be?… and most importantly, will throwing more bombs help me? let’s answer
there i said it. in 2008, i lived in chicago and i didn’t manage to get to the polls to help elect our first african american black* president [check out this article to understand why this distinction matters and this video to reinforce things.]
i love spinning metaphors into stories. puns and innuendos come pouring out of me, and sports themes tend to be top of mind. life is just one big game, isn’t it? the past few months have proven that time and again. here’s my story of being laid off from a 125-year-old company who enticed me