22: Singing to Monsters

When all else fails, try therapy.

19: Opinions

Today I recognize my choices for what they were—an unfortunate and unskillful habit of treating how I felt like a directive. I realize how often, in intimate and vulnerable relationships, I responded with a habituated neurological urge to pursue what I considered comfortable feelings while avoiding the discomfort.

Lessons From a Black Friday: Year Three

Three years today it ended.

I’m really grateful it is over.

11: Slaves and Heroes

I have no obligation to anyone to be the same today as I was a year ago or even 15 minutes ago. I have the right to shed the ideas, opinions, behaviors, and beliefs I held even a short time ago when I realize they aren’t working for me.

64: Reminder2Self – Vengeance

I was reminded again today that the consequences of my betrayal, secret keeping, and escalating series of lies casts a long shadow.

13: A Love Letter to the Betrayers – Safety

Feelings are data, not directives.

57: My Favorite Ex-Wife

Let’s talk about my ex-wife.

56: Things I Carry – Tending My Secret Garden

A man cannot live one life fully split between two moments, two gardens. Inevitably they both will be overtaken with weeds. As I continue to tend my garden I recognize we reap what we sow. There are still weeds in my garden. There will always be weeds and they are my weeds.

I planted these. I will tend to them.

Lessons from a Black Friday: Year Two

Here are a few of the lessons learned since that dark, unhappy, and personally blackest of Black Fridays two years ago.

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