“Mining the Iceberg” with Emotional Writing
Every Saturday morning, I go down to the coffee shop to do some writing. It’s one of my favorite things to do. Now I’ve always loved going to the coffee shop, and I’ve always...
Thoughts on self-improvement and the creative process
Every Saturday morning, I go down to the coffee shop to do some writing. It’s one of my favorite things to do. Now I’ve always loved going to the coffee shop, and I’ve always...
I minored in political science, mostly by accident. I took a few poli-sci classes, and by the time I realized it wasn’t for me, I had enough credits to get a specialization on my...
I’ve never been an outdoorsy type. Despite being in Boy Scouts, I don’t like camping. I’ve never gotten into sports, and when my school had Field Day in the 5th grade, I stayed inside...
My entire life, I’ve always tried to avoid being bored. It’s an unpleasant feeling, something to avoid. But nowadays, boredom has become increasingly scarce. Our smart phones make it easy for us to be...
When I first started this blog, I committed to doing three posts a week. They weren’t necessarily good posts by my current standards, but I was doing it. In the last few years I’ve...
Recently, my work had a “Staff Appreciation Day” with team-building exercises. Our entire staff went to a place that specializes in corporate team-building events. We started the morning off with some simple ice breakers,...
Is it possible to find meaning in life when you don’t believe in God? Many people believe they were put on this earth for a purpose, whether that’s being a parent, worker, athlete, artist,...
I started seeing a therapist for depression recently. (I’m loath to admit such a thing publicly, but I think it’s important that we tackle the stigma against mental illness.) Last week, I mentioned that...
I was a big fan of “Dilbert” as a teenager. With its minimalist artwork and focus on office and technology jokes, it was utterly unlike the other comics in the newspaper. Soon I found...
On the day of my college graduation, my parents gave me a greeting card. I don’t recall what the card said. I don’t even recall all the words may parents wrote. But three words...