Leslie and I were talking the other day about how we only have so many "energetic" hours in our day; namely, the first few after we wake up. My hours of peak focus and energy are probably 6am-11am, after which I become increasingly unfocused and useless. The problem with having this limited 5 hour window … Continue reading Racing in the Street
I love mornings because they feel like a clean slate. I don't know if that's always a helpful thought to have, because "clean slates" aren't really how the world works. But sometimes it helps me to know that if I go to bed feeling depressed or anxious or angry that tomorrow is a new day, … Continue reading Good Morning(s)
It's official: I have too many feelings. It's very inconvenient, to have this many feelings all the time. I keep meaning to finish and post the four other bits of writing I've started over the past few days...but, as usual, it's now 8pm and all I've done since finishing work two hours ago is listen … Continue reading Guys.
I've written pages and pages about Springsteen over the years: in my journals, in notebooks, even in a few high school English class papers (those definitely got As). I have multiple unpublished drafts on this blog that attempt to describe the impact his music has had on my life, but none of them ever feel … Continue reading (Finally) Writing About Springsteen
Thanks, Spotify, for letting me know that Puddle of Mudd’s “Blurry” was one of my top played songs in 2019. I’m not sure what that says about how I’ve emotionally progressed since middle school, but make of it what you will. I wonder how many of Spotify’s “Top Songs of the Year” playlists create a … Continue reading To the Mountains…