I have a problem. I can't just do things. A lot of us have this problem, but intrinsically, it's different for all of us—it's unique. It has taken me probably thirty years of struggle to finally realize and accept that I am a horrible, horrible perfectionist. Not only that, I've also realized and accepted that … Continue reading The Routine
I suppose I drifted off there for a bit. Life is currently taffy being pulled on a hook—sometimes I'm piled on, stuck in place and frozen between layers just right on the hook, and sometimes I'm on the stretchy bit and time slips away into distance. Something I feel I need to voice is this … Continue reading 42 V
Last night I spent about an hour an half finishing the novel Three Soldiers by John Dos Passos. The novel follows a handful of soldiers as they make their way from training camp to the front during World War I, and what happens after the war ends. I mostly enjoyed the novel, but there has … Continue reading Endpoint
Slayer of the Winter, art thou here again?
I've never been a January resolutionist. I mean, honestly, I've tried, I just fail repeatedly. There's something overly oppressive about January and February that just impedes progress for me. Perhaps it's the cold, the fewer hours of sunlight, or the usual gap between holidays that afford me a day off from work and school. Most … Continue reading Slayer of the Winter, art thou here again?