A Desperate Display of Nothingness
Your near-dead heart is running at a million miles an hour
Desperately trying to keep your head from collapsing in on itself.
Trying to prove you are valuable, interesting, worth the hassle.
Notes from the Post-it Wall | Father’s Day 2024 Edition
Despite the stereotype, dads aren’t bumbling idiots. We’re just a bit more unwound compared to moms. That’s not sexist, that’s science. Relax, you’re proving my point.
Bars vs. Bullets—Elizabeth Goes to the Theater
Maybe a spoof called “The Choir of Non-Binary, Fluid, Ambiguous, and Polymorphously Adventurous”?
The Cold Case
This situation is called a Gordian knot. It’s a devilish problem with no clear solution. You can’t untie a Gordian knot. You have to cut right through it.
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I Believe…[Most Apples Are Tasty]
...that a few bad apples only spoil the barrel if you let them. Most of those apples are pretty good and tasty.
Murder and Mommy Issues—Elizabeth Binge-Watches Killing Eve
Are my Mommy Issues unique to me and a small subset of women, or are they the result of sexist expectations, rigid gender roles, coercive conformity?
The Emotional Placation of Kindergarten Graduation
Kindergarten graduations are not events I am comfortable celebrating. I don’t feel they should be considered events at all. There’s just not much worth celebrating because graduating from kindergarten is not an accomplishment. Show up, learn things through fun activities like coloring and games and songs, don’t pee or hit or bite the other kids too much and you’re golden.
What Misery Is This?
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I Believe… [Pivot]
...that the secret to a successful day is the flexibility to pivot when things go sideways.
Notes from the Post-It Wall | Week of May 26, 2024
Truth is a shared experience with vastly different outcomes.
The Lack of Hope Is the Disease (Redux)
Oh, yeah? Another mass shooting? How terribly desensitized we’re becoming to this trend.
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I Believe… [Laughing at Tragedy]
...that the purpose of the comedy mask is to be jeering and cracking up at the tragedy mask.
On Turning 45 | In Search of Balance
Change can be tough, but change is proof of life. For some of these changes, it felt that I was not at the wheel driving them, but locked in the trunk of my own car as it barreled down life’s highway. Still, change happened because life happened. And that’s good.
Notes from the Post-it Wall | Week of May 19, 2024
Love is treating someone the way they want to be treated even when they don’t deserve it.
Building an Apartment
The apartment is coming together.
A hodgepodge of childish scribbles and posters.
Hand-me-down furniture with a teenager’s baby bite marks sunk in— A permanent reminder of aging youth.
The Pursuit of Happiness in a FunEmployment World (REDUX)
The pursuit of happiness is inextricably wrapped up in the inevitable that sometimes you will fail in your pursuit. The pursuit of happiness often comes with great sadness and obstacles you encounter trying to attain your dream.
When an Ex Reaches Out (REDUX)
I was contacted by an ex the other day via email. Not an ex-girlfriend. Those remain, thankfully, quiet, likely steeped in their own lives thinking of me only by accident when their children or partner annoy them.
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I Believe… [The Real Golden Rule]
...that treating people with the same respect you would like for yourself isn’t difficult as long as you don’t expect the same treatment in return.
Notes from the Post-it Wall | Week of May 12, 2024
Going through two consecutive green lights without having to even take your foot off the gas during morning rush hour (and while slightly speeding) is evidence that the gods sometimes love you.
How do you want to be defined? By one action? By some opinion that could evolve? By a mistake, regrettable only with hindsight? Or by the sum of your parts? Okay, do that for other people. Start the trend.