Thoughts

Well. What now? What if life isn’t a checklist? What if it’s more about (as AnnieBlogs says) the process? What if it’s more about (as, um, Miley Cyrus says) the climb? I don’t quite know where to go from here.

Music is never going to pay my bills – and I have no expectation that it should.  So why is it important that I dedicate any time, energy, or effort to it? Because I believe that we simply must do what we love. But in the last 6 months, I’ve really stopped pursuing musical endeavors. …

I had a thought.  It’s not much, and I don’t even know why I’m feeling it acutely these days, but here it is. It bothers me when people use their singleness as an excuse for continued adolescence. I don’t want to use my singleness as an excuse for continued adolescence. That’s all.

As I lay in my bed last night, sweltering and un-asleep, my thoughts bounced back and forth from the mundane to the life-and-death. “I need a pedicure.” “It’s so hot.” “I hope those journalists are released.” “What if there’s a nuclear war?” “I can’t forget to buy toothpaste.” “Cancer is so evil.” “Who will take…

There is only one thing that would be enticing enough to make me skip “Lost” and pay $36 to go on a date with myself, by myself. I mean, barring an NSYNC reunion tour.  Obviously. Last night, I came home from work and changed my clothes.  I reapplied makeup.  I fluffed my hair, and wore…

Hearken back to Monday’s post.  What was meant to be a shoulder shrug, a lark, a lighthearted jab at my pal Andy, actually sparked quite the response.  While I got a lot of “You go, girl!” comments from women, I have been much more impacted by what I have heard from the men – whether…

I might always run a little late in the mornings. I might always love Whitney Houston key changes. I might always color-code my closet. I might always get annoyed when people open a new box of crackers / gallon of milk / bottle of mustard before they’ve finished the old one. I might always hate…

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Last night, Mel asked me, “How do you decide what to blog about?” And after thinking for a second, I said, “Well, I just sit quietly each morning and ask, ‘What do I have to say today?’ And then I write it down.” Some mornings, this is easy – my life is full of funny…

“I’m tired.”“Really tired.”“I need coffee.”“I didn’t get coffee this morning.”“I also didn’t shower.”“That’s beside the point.”“I should go downstairs to the coffee shop.”“Okay, I’ll go.”“This elevator takes forever.”“Oh no, someone else is getting on the elevator.”“Awkward.”“Pretend to count change in your wallet.”“Watch the lights – floor 5… 4… 3… 2…”“Finally – lobby!”“Walk quickly.”“Wait – there’s…