Who, What, Where?

Who, What, Where?

Three questions and I am putting them to myself. I will do a part 2 and part 3 of asking these same questions every couple months.   Who are you? I don’t know. I was a son, but I am no longer. I was a husband, but I am no longer. I was angry too often, but I am...
The Nadir

The Nadir

The stormtroopers have the Rebels. Vader has Luke on the ropes. The Death Star’s shields are intact. All is not going well for our heroes. But things turn around. The darkest moment gives into the brightest dawn. Is that how this works? All of my credit cards are...
The Masks We Wear

The Masks We Wear

Who are we behind our masks? I went to a really interesting discussion on the Droppin’ The Mask. The masks we wear. We wear them out of social necessity or out of internal drivers. We wear them as tools to carry out our day-to-day lives. What happens when we...
The Naked Truth

The Naked Truth

The layers of the old me are starting to strip off. Beneath that are the older versions of me. This feels like a geological dig. As I find the smaller me inside, I can dress it up and show off this newer body. The Chronology of Obesity Until I was five years old, I...
The Alchemy of Rage

The Alchemy of Rage

In the weeks that have followed my break-up, I have had to contend with rage. At the outset of the break-up, I had the sampler of emotions: remorse, regret, rage, sadness, hurt, bitterness. They were prepped fast food style and served out immediately to whoever was...
The Crash

The Crash

The Rebuild started as my little internal project in October. I was going to walk to lose weight, then work some side jobs to get some money to pay down debts. Then, ruminate on how to be more positive in the world. I thought the outlook element was the least of my...