A little bit of everything

A little bit of everything

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The Crock-Pot Writing Method

The Crock-Pot Writing Method

You can choose to set on a path of writing, but you become a writer by doing it daily–even when it’s hard, even when it’s crap, even when nobody is listening.

My friend Jess wrote that the other day. Jess, who sent me a message via the contact form on my blog almost four years ago and said, “I’m 21 years old and I am an English Literature Major at New Mexico State University, and I want so badly to write. I really just don’t know where to start.”

Fast forward four years and Jess is one of those super … Continue reading

Climb Every Mountain (Barefoot)

Climb Every Mountain (Barefoot)

In the spirit of knowing instead of wondering, I climbed some cliffs barefoot on my birthday.

Which makes it sound so much more adventurous than it actually was… I’m just not really sure what to call this particular rock formation, and few things sound quite as lackluster as, “I climbed a small rock formation barefoot on my birthday.”

So, cliffs it is.

We came up to them from a wooden walkway that led up to a waterfall. (I’m realizing as I’m writing this that my outdoor enthusiast vernacular really leaves something to be desired. Thus, the “wooden walkway” that … Continue reading

Freedom hair, the dentist, and turning 31

Freedom hair, the dentist, and turning 31

I chopped a bunch of my hair off last Saturday.

I had been thinking about it for a little bit. Maybe a week or two. And when I remembered that there’s a Paul Mitchell School near my parents house where you can get your hair cut by a student for $12, I was pretty much sold on the whole deal.

There was a point fairly early on in the process when I recalled the now infamous red hair decision and the 24-hour food coloring regimen that followed and felt a rising panic that maybe I was doing the same thing … Continue reading

Adventures in dangerous tennis

Adventures in dangerous tennis

It’s no secret that I’m not really wired for complex athletic endeavors. “Complex” meaning anything other than walking and sometimes running. However, I may have arrived at a new low over the weekend.

My roommate Jenny and I decided to play racquetball on Sunday. Jenny is probably the most athletically skilled person I know in real life. She’s one of those people who has an inherent understanding of hand-eye-body coordination. Surprising to no one, I’m not one of those people. What I have is an inherent understanding that I do not have hand-eye-body coordination, which explains my perpetual all-enthusiasm-no-skill … Continue reading

The future might not be terrible!

The future might not be terrible!

I have all the qualities of an optimist and none of the follow-through.

I love being optimistic about the present. I’m habitually and absurdly content with whatever my present circumstances are. I can find microscopic amounts of good and potential good in almost anything that is actually happening.

But my optimism about the future leaves something to be desired, namely optimism. To me, the future is a foggy abyss I want nothing to do with. The future is an uncertain time steeped in high amounts of potential catastrophe and the certain demise of everyone and everything I love. So, basically, … Continue reading