Tag: #changes

  • Volunteer Services’ Worst Enemy

    I’ve been burned out more times than I care to admit and resorted to several self-destructive behaviors. I can’t say I would encourage anyone to do what I do for a living.

  • The Sunny/Bright Side

    Had it been a movie, my character would have savored watching the sunrise on a new day of freedom, relieved to no longer be under the thumb of such a controlling personality.

  • Search for Shoes

    Search for Shoes

    They say half of success is showing up. It’s easier to get going once you show up, especially if you have the right shoes for the job.

  • Update from September 20, 2020

    Update from September 20, 2020

    Looking back, I feel like I’ve missed summer entirely. Yet I know I did everything possible to enjoy it.

  • Social Survival

    No one who sat back and simply waited for rescue got it.

  • Recalling the Ranger

    Recalling the Ranger

    Sometimes, I feel like a has-been. At least I’m not a never-was.

  • Graduation: Welcome to Adulthood

    Graduation: Welcome to Adulthood

    “You’ll take more from speech, debate and acting with you into adulthood than you will from sports,” I told her. “Trust me. I did both and the only thing I learned from sports is no matter how hard you work or how talented you are, if you aren’t from the right part of town or fill out the uniform right, you’ll always sit bench.”

  • Seasons Shifting

    Seasons Shifting

    Years after finishing college, I still got a sense that I should pick up a few notebooks for school.

  • New Computer

    New computer! So nice to have a screen this big, My old 24” Visio TV is wide enough to see two pages at one time and still be able to read it! I have a second monitor for the hell of it, an old Dell salvaged out of a dumpster. I’ll have to figure out […]

  • End of an Era

    End of an Era

    Over the last month I lived in Montana, I caught myself thinking things like, “That’s the last time I’ll walk through that door.” Or “That’s the last time I’ll see that person,” or hundreds of other ways it could be the “last”. Somehow, I found myself considering what it will be like when the time comes that it will be my last of everything. Morbid, to say the least, but very realistic.