Stasis, suspension, and treading-water.
In summary, that’s how 2020 felt. I’m going to keep it positive. I’m grateful for surviving this year without trauma (a blessing, given how traumatic the year was for so many folk).
Does anyone else pick up on the social media narrator in their head?
I mean, the somewhat funny, trying to be witty, self-absorbed and self-deprecating voice that is editing real-world reality into social media reality?
I’ve reached the unfortunate age where some of my childhood mentors and elders are starting to pass away.
This is life. I find these moments to inspire a bit of quiet introspection. It’s good to grab and hold onto gratitude.
This 2020 election, I worked the polls. Here are some fun observations.
This pandemic has really shined a light on how many music teachers are creative rockstars.
My family loves toolkits. Toolkits for emotions, toolkits for sports, toolkits for marriage, toolkits for friendships, literal toolkits for plumbing. When one of us pulls