I like wisdom, and I like to collect pieces of it. I try to collect them and string them together here in this blog, but I think it’s more like a jumbled mess of a jewelry box.
Another stream of consciousness exercise. Let’s see what comes out. Don’t expect anything earth-shattering, here. Six random words: enter brother pearl disintegration destiny great. Continue reading “Pearls of Wisdom? …or Hopeless Mess?”
Life isn’t about the things that you buy, it’s about the experiences that you have, the character you build for yourself, what you can learn about our world, and the mark you can leave behind.
This is a stream of consciousness exercise. Let’s see what comes out. Don’t expect anything earth-shattering, here. Continue reading “Against Consumerism”
“It’s not an easy thing to live in a truthful manner, but the alternative is hell.” —Jordan Peterson
Jordan Peterson, author of “Maps of Meaning“, likes to retell old stories. It seems that the overarching objective of many of his interviews and lectures is to provide modern people with a more robust interpretation and deeper understanding of these stories so that they can be practically applied to each person’s life rather than dismissed as “silly” or “irrelevant”. In a sense, he is trying to draw out a map for people to navigate their “being” in the world.
Continue reading “Truths & Symbolism in Judaism & Christianity”
I stumbled across a movement called minimalism this week, and it has really struck a chord. In some ways I have always been a minimalist. However, it’s not an idea that I had formally considered, so I haven’t fully incorporated it into all areas of my life. I think it’s time, now.
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Avoiding long awkward silences one question at a time.
I suck at talking to strangers. I used to better at it in my dating days, and when I worked for a digital marketing agency where we were expected to attend networking events and connect with people. You see, I’m an introvert, and somewhat socially awkward. I am hyper-aware of what other people might think of me, so sometimes I just don’t know what to say for fear of sounding stupid. To cope, I generally avoid one-on-one conversations with strangers at parties. When I’m in a group, I pray that someone else does all the talking, so I can just interject little tid-bits here and there. I don’t think I am alone in this; lots of people can relate. Right? Continue reading “Talking to Strangers at Parties”
A lot happened in 2008. This year is a leap year. You know how I remembered that without looking it up? Because Leap Day was a special Scottish Tradition where women had the “right” to propose to a man. Continue reading “2008 – Age 23”
When the student is ready the teacher will appear.
I dug up an old notebook from my 8th grade year. It’s unusual in that I managed to stick with writing for long enough to nearly fill a whole notebook, and that I didn’t immediately burn it. It’s pretty tough for me to read, because 8th grade was a difficult year, where I was adjusting to a new town, new school, trying to make friends and desperately wanting to fit in. Some stuff is cringeworthy because I sound so immature, but I also found that I’m strangely perceptive at times. I appreciate the fact that I managed to capture a glimpse of what it was to be me at age 13.
If you are 12, 13 or 14 and struggling, I thought that you’d like to read what I wrote. I’m attempting to relate to what you’re going through (even all these years later) and to tell you that you’re not alone, and the cliche that every adult tells you– “It will get better” –is true.
Continue reading “1999 – Age 14”