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Thoughts that don’t fit in a funnel. If they make you feel something, that’s enough for me.

Don’t Make It Worse

Thursday, August 7th, 2025

Read time: 0 min 51 sec “Have you tried not complaining?” I’ve legit been asking myself this lately, and I think there’s something to it. It would be foolish of me to think no one else has leaned into this mantra, but timing is everything and at this moment in time, it’s landing for me. […]

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Bless the Connectors

Friday, August 1st, 2025

Read time: 1 min 24 sec Goddess bless the connectors.  You know those people. The ones that always wanna hang out. The ones that set up the hangouts. The ones that ask to hang out. I consider myself a connector, but in a different way; I love to connect people with each other, not necessarily […]

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New Tools, Old Values

Friday, July 25th, 2025

1 min 26 sec My friend Stephanie owns and runs a farm with her husband. She’s always posting what I consider to be other-worldly Stories on IG, a direct glimpse into a life that is so foreign to me. The other day she shared a picture of a “tool” she had made, and shared the […]

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Hungry Hippo

Friday, July 25th, 2025

2 min 10 sec I don’t have time to go to the grocery store.  It’s an interesting conundrum that isn’t even a conundrum at all. Because in actuality, I do have time to go. I just don’t want to go. And I have the money to go, which I quite often celebrate, and is 100% […]

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Stranger Savior

Thursday, July 17th, 2025

Read time: 1 min 32 sec Her bag rolled away and she didn’t even notice. The airtrain that connects the terminals at Chicago O’Hare had taken off, and the blue suitcase in the middle of the train car had been left to its own devices. Its owner was tending to who I assumed to be […]

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Force It

Friday, July 11th, 2025

Read time: 1 min 4 sec You’re going to have to force it. It’s just so easy and so tempting to throw it into ChatGPT and have it work its half-assed magic. The output isn’t always so great, but when you’re fine with good enough, it becomes easy enough to just outsource it to the […]

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Blink. Blink. Write.

Friday, July 4th, 2025

Read time: 1 min 3 sec A cursor will stare down your soul. Irreverently blinking. Keeping rhythm but doing jack shit to keep your eyes open. I think we have a few options when presented with this, but the best answer, IMO, is the one that no one wants to hear: Don’t let it become […]

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Unfinished Projects

Sunday, June 22nd, 2025

Read time: 1 min 16 sec I can look around my office at any point in time and see about 4-5 unfinished projects. I think traditional society would tell us to chastise ourselves for these loose ends, o’s that look more like U’s, but honestly they don’t bother me in the slightest. A massage gun […]

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A Block Away

Sunday, June 15th, 2025

Read time: 1 min 29 sec There’s an army green Dodge Charger with a personalized license plate that I see pretty much every day when I walk Moose. I’ve never talked to the guy who owns it, but I’ve seen him driving, music blasting, and it seems like he really enjoys his car. I’m here […]

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Stomach Eyes

Wednesday, June 11th, 2025

Read time: 0 min 36 sec Creative energy is finite. At least within a 24-hour period. Outside of that I do believe that it is renewable, but if you sit at the well, it will never refill. You’ve got to walk away. Do something else. Clear your mind. Free your mind. Distract your mind. Rest […]

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Glass Tables

Friday, June 6th, 2025

Read time: 1 min 4 sec Lex and I have a glass dining room table. When we moved into this apartment 2 years ago, we went from 800 sq ft to 2400 sq feet, and suffice to say the midcentury modern white circular table with a 50 inch diameter was way too small for its […]

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Boombox Cat

Wednesday, May 28th, 2025

Read time: 0 min 28 sec My cat lets me pick him up. I mean really pick him up. Hold him in the air, put him on my shoulder like a baby, carry him on my shoulder like a boombox. You name it, he lets me do it. I don’t remember when I first tried. […]

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