I was inspired by the Tibetan Buddhist ritual of creating sand mandalas and then destroying them, representing creation, destruction, and above all, impermanence.
My father was amazing. Sometimes, he took up all of the space in the room with his laughter, his fiery soul, his protection and honor of women. So, when you are lucky enough to have experienced that, it is difficult not to feel anger at the general lapse of chivalry in society.
I’ve had a health crisis already, a quarter-life crisis at 20, moved across the country multiple times, traveled alone, and taken huge risks with and without recklessness. I’ve started a family that fell apart the day my son died in my arms in premature labor. I’ve followed my heart and dreams ...
Well, it seems that just maybe I did do some growing up in the last year, because this birthday I chilled the F out, and noticed that I knew some stuff that I didn’t know last year. I’ll spare you a list of 40, but here's four:
I still feel 17, so who is this adult you speak of, this adult you expect me to be? I don't remember signing up for this. I have no idea who I am or what I think anymore, and I'm tired of being weighed down by thoughts that aren't my own. They are the thoughts society has berated us with all ...
I know that some of my misery is self-imposed and almost brought on purposefully. Maybe I am comfortable in it. Maybe it helps me to feel that all is right with the world because I’m preparing for the misery that will inevitably come. Maybe that’s not true at all, and there is a darkness that I ...
I know that someday I will settle down, and I’m sure I will acquire many more tangible items than what could fit in a Bug, but I will always be thankful for the experiences that taught me that the greatest things in life are not things, and that material stuff only weighs us down and holds us back.