Years ago, instead of spending my days musing over my life, or contemplating goals, or taking any action whatsoever to accomplish anything at all, I used to just smoke heroin off of tin foil and call it a day. I was really good at it. I never used needles, so…

Self-talk is always so illuminating, isn’t it? — Self-talk is always so illuminating, isn’t it? It really shines a light under the rug of positive affirmations you tell yourself every day and shows you the dirty floor underneath that’s caked with the grime of self-loathing and inhabited by dejected dust bunnies convincing you of how you “really” feel. …

You’re not fooling anyone — Writing out of anger or frustration has never really been of much use to me. You could argue that expressing your emotions is always more helpful than suppressing them, but it always seems like if I just wait a few hours, the boil starts to once again simmer and I…

Seeing yourself as a stranger would. — It’s a weird feeling, seeing yourself in an entirely different light. When we reframe who we think we are, without rejecting the possibility that we could be wrong about ourselves, we open ourselves up to truths normally well hidden. It’s the closest thing we have to seeing ourselves through the…

Work on one idea, don’t think about a hundred — New ideas are the bread and butter of creative folk, but man cannot live on bread alone, no matter how much fatty creativity we smear on it. Having too many ideas not backed up by action can be dangerous. …

It’s like a magician stealing your wallet — The human imagination is a genuine force of nature. Over the past few thousand years, it’s taken us from scratching buffalo dicks onto the wall of a musty cave to making timeless proclamations about mankind as we stepped onto the face of our craggy sibling satellite that illuminates the night…

Goals can be deceptive shape-shifters. Aspirations can be exhausting hope-grifters. The vast majority of people that want better lives don’t exactly know how to make those changes happen. A lot of us weren’t really raised being taught that we had much power at all over the circumstances we found ourselves…

In and out from one dollop of God fluff to another The perennial shroud-shifter Never lazing in one haze longer than any other Into a fog of depressive catatonia and right out the other side Slices of sunshine cookie-cut these undulating chunks into their respective parts The only thing preventing each puff…

Most people never realize this. — I get it. I’ve been there. In fact, I fall victim to the same sense of shame that you do more often than I care to admit. These days, through the digital wonders of instantaneous comparison, it can be a hard feeling to avoid. Some days we wake up and…