I never really believed in the idea that you could forcibly create a habit for yourself. Habits, to me, always felt like they arose out of comfort, out of the unsavory things we did to get through the day. At first, forcing myself to run every day I had off seemed like a boondoggle. It…
Category: Personal Essays
Personal essays on overcoming everyday challenges in the real world. Demolishing those mental blocks not necessarily related to writing.
Saturdays on the North Branch
Weekly childhood journeys along the North Branch Trail inspire a lifelong love of adventure.
My First 5K or, How I Contracted the Running Bug
For a long time, I had this idea that someday, on some undetermined future date, that I would run a marathon. It was the kind of empty promise I would often make to myself.
Overcoming Fear of Rejection
A look into a writer’s struggle to emerge from the anonymity of a hobbyist.
What’s Your Purpose?
From a young age, many of us are faced with a seemingly simple yet life-defining question: What do you want to be when you grow up?
Rensselaer Art Walk
A few shots of the surprisingly cool street art present in this bodunk corner of nowhere Indiana.
Gaining Some Religion
I’ve recently started to read the Bible, the King James Version to be exact. It’s a nice little leather-bound book with gilded edges. I’ve had it for ages, well since I was last in college well over ten years ago, the exact date of purchase is lost to memory. What I can remember is the…
I’m Not Cut Out To Be A Freelance Writer
I definitely understand the basics of how freelance writing can produce a living outside of traditional work, albeit a very tenuous and perhaps meager one. However, while writing is in the job description and is technically the core tenet of this profession, what you must understand before attempting to undertake this new endeavor is that there are a great number of other skills which must be mastered before achieving any sort of success in this field.
Are You A Daydream Addict?
I’ve always been an avid daydreamer. I can vividly recall summer afternoons standing idly in the right field of a little league game, mitt and hand on knees, waiting for a fly ball that almost never came. During those long fifteen minute spans spent standing, waiting, doing absolutely nothing, my ten-year-old mind had plenty of time to gaze up at the cloud-filled sky and contemplate the mysteries of the universe. I remember thinking about the strangeness of life, about what life as an adult might be like, about the existence of a higher power.
Done With Deadlines
Time is our enemy. It is a relentless beast that can never be stalled, that never retreats, but will continually march forward at an even pace, dragging us all (the universe included) to an inevitable death. Yikes.