note to self.
[BIRD NOTE: in december of 2020, i sat down and wrote a letter to myself as part of a new endeavor. below is the text i loaded to futureme.org — with edits in red to add some “color.”]
thoughts
f*ck fine
every so often life comes completely full circle. call it synchronicity. serendipity. fate. coincidence. call it whatever you like. it’s f*cking incredible.
robinness
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
bird hole: dancing
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.
let’s talk (& draw) about addiction
i wish i were addicted to something positive. like kale. but i’m not. i’m addicted to my phone. i’m addicted to instagram. i’m addicted to facebook. i’ve watched the “the social dilemma“. i’m aware of the signs. i have an addictive personality. i come from a lineage of addictive personalities. my great-great uncle died falling
bird hole: glasses
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.
(new) flight pattern
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…
knowledge (f-)bomb
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
i didn’t vote for obama
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.]
goals
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