Here … and Nowhere

I’ve got that feeling again. And I’ve had to check myself and remind myself, again and again, that I am not my thoughts. I am not my thoughts. I’ve been sinking deeper and deeper into myself. Deeper into the place where I believe I truly live. I used to go there regularly and at will….

What Am I Waiting For?

When I was younger … much younger, my piano teacher told me to not be a procrastinator. I wish she had said straight out to not be a time-waster. That would have been so much more direct and I think, clear. The years have flown by and I don’t have mate, offspring, or vacation home…

Running On Empty

Twenty-fifteen is half over and all I can say is good riddance. I need the second half to be better than the first. My job has become an exercise in torture the likes of which I had not anticipated. This has put me in a funk that has frightened me on a level I have never…