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39 in Practice

Last week (and in most recent weeks, really), I spent a lot of time ruminating on what it means to now be 39 years old.

This past weekend – the end of Week 1 of 39 – I was in Detroit with my family. I tried to keep my father’s words of wisdom, about how “getting old is the plan”, present as I went to Anna’s 40th birthday party, and as my mom brought lots of friends and family around all weekend to keep my spirits high. She threw me yet another little belated birthday party, we had a little family get-together for an early Father’s Day, yada yada…

And it felt good, honestly. Especially as I spent precious time with this guy:

Grandpa with his father’s day “Sam”mich.

He is certainly fulfilling “the plan.”  Continue reading

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Nada: Pt. 2

We’re a quarter of the way through 2017, and I’m reflecting on my year of “no plans” so far.

And actually, I think I’m doing pretty good. That is — I’m not doing a lot.

I’m calling my “no plans resolution” for 2017 a success still at this point. Yes, I’ve planned a COUPLE things — I’m not gonna lie. But literally, just a couple. And I certainly didn’t plan them like I USED to plan things.

Here’s the high-level overview: Continue reading

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Broken

In this year of ongoing, neverending, continuing self-realizations, today I had yet another one.

I realized that I have only two views of the world, and everything in it:

  1. Fixed
  2. Broken

I see everything – absolutely everything – through one of these two lenses. There is no in-between.

Things are either fixed, or they are broken.

The house is either fixed, or it is broken.

Relationships are either fixed, or broken.

The world is either fixed, or broken.

And things that are broken, must be fixed (which is probably why I’m constantly freaked out about the state of the world and living in the “end days”; I CANNOT FIX IT).

I’m like a Doozer, scrambling around rebuilding Fraggle Rock as the Fraggles gobble it down into chaos.

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Nada

You know that saying “life is what happens when you’re busy making other plans?”

Well, as 2016 was wearing on and on and on and generally being disappointing on an unprecedented level, I really started to feel those words of wisdom in my bones. For the first time in my life, I started to feel, well…

Overcommitted. 

But here’s the thing; it was all my own fault.

I’m a notorious plannypants, and I’m well-known for keeping not only my own but pretty much all my friends’ social calendars chock-full with a year-round regimen of meticulously planned engagements:

I mean, I could go on. And on. You get the point. Continue reading

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Bark Beetle: The Transformation Begins

Life has felt like a bit of a downer lately. Have you noticed?

Old white people protesting on the corner in my neighborhood because even they're like, "WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?!"

Old white people protesting on the corner in my neighborhood because even they’re like, “WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?!”

Come on! The airwaves are filled with racism, sexism, homophobia… Everyday there’s this wanna-be demagogue hollering poorly-articulated calls to march into the past – so we can just get more of the racism and the sexism and the homophobia, I guess.

We’ve got innocent people being murdered daily by the authorities supposedly empowered to protect us – right here in America. Global war, terror, death, children who look like this, a complete and total lack of human compassion about it all and, my favorite…

A stunningly ignorant regression in our understanding of science?

Really? Continue reading

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