I tend to know I’m in a decent place when I can be happy for other people, outside the bubble of my every day concerns and malaise. I caught a glimpse of someone from my past on television this morning, a brief segment that made me giggle in a way because of the improbability of [...]
Category Archives: things that are perfectly fine with me
With or Without You
07.08.08 –
I consider my ability to forgive to be an affliction. Like halitosis. Dengue fever. It’s the result of years of screwing up, of acknowledging my vast weaknesses, and not just those involving Pinot or Diet Coke. We all fail; we all fall short. We all don’t respond when we should, when the need is stated. [...]
taking stock
08.09.07 –
I found myself in an odd position this week. It had to do with love and the future and the past and one big cheese ball of happiness, a mixture of joy that might once have been but was no longer there, and hadn’t been there for some time. I would guess years, [...]