journaling – Going On 40

Spirit of the Tiger: A Poem

I received a perfectly square book with mostly blank pages—a journal. Scattered throughout were quotes from the poet Rumi and whimsical, streaky pictures. In 2004, I began to fill its pages with reflections on my loves, losses, and whatever wisdom I had at the time. I’d like to share some of those entries with you,Continue reading “Spirit of the Tiger: A Poem”

The Touch The Feel

Writing is a meditative space where I feel for words. It’s been this way ever since I was around age eight. One of my first entries was about an injured bird I’d made a home in a shoebox for that later died. Through my grief, I wrote and then circled a teardrop that soggied theContinue reading “The Touch The Feel”

Tease The Day

On the drive home, my mind replays the countless stories of clients. It’s hard to tell which stories are my own. With the state of my mind bursting through a dam, I vent into a voice recorder on my phone. “This is why you follow the rules. When you go outside them, there’s no script.Continue reading “Tease The Day”

Side Eye

How many recycled thoughts versus novel thoughts do I have in a day? I can’t know the answer, but I hope it leans toward the creative and one-of-a-kind side. Do you know what never gets old? The stars in the sky. Over the bright light of my laptop screen, Monster’s University, an animation, is playingContinue reading “Side Eye”

Flat You, Lance

I’m bored, like excruciatingly, nails running down a chalkboard bored. And I have no clue what I want to write. Maybe it’s what’s happening in Ukraine that’s causing me to feel down. Or perhaps it’s the impact of the death of our friend. Or maybe it’s both of these, along the impending responsibility of whenContinue reading “Flat You, Lance”