The new minimal me isn’t suffering with less and making do with junk. I love my streamlined life. The utilitarian simplicity gives me focus.
I may be folding socks on a falling airplane, but in these troubled times I need to be busy and I find comfort in the pantomime of normalcy.
My second book published to celebrate my 100th blog post is titled “I Could Be Wrong: 50+ blog posts, short reads, big laughs, wit & wisdom.”
Diversity, disagreement, voting and government link people together in the supply chain for the public good. That’s why we share the cost.
I’m going cross-eyed navel gazing. The autopsy on my bad mood revealed dread clogging my subconscious like plastic in the oceans.
Fishing takes patience, stillness, solitude, insight and intuition. Qualities at the heart of being a good man.
If lockdown isolation is doing to your brain what it did to mine, I have empathy for you. You need a hug. The affection deficit is real.