storyteller

  Not the one Hopeless romantics like myself, hold on to the notion that out of the seven point something billion humans out there, there is one specifically tailored for them-nauseating I know. Let us talk about that for a minute. Have you ever met someone and right there and then you knew there was something there? Regardless of whether your answer is yes or no, what is undeniable is that some higher power greater than us is more often than not involved. Perhaps you never experienced bumping into someone, dropping all their books and well you know the rest- it’s a load of Hollywood crap if you ask me. That said, sometimes the circumstances leading to you meeting your significant other are way too intricate to be mere coincidences-sometimes freakishly so. Someone told me the concept of the one doesn’t exist because some people remarry after their spouses die and are even happier than their first marriages. There is no arguing with that, I know when I am beat but hear me out. I...

  Quarter-life crisis A friend of mine asked me why I don’t write anymore and the answer to that is very simple, I don’t know. I no longer have as much time as I used to is the excuse I always use. Truth be told its just a white lie. If I am really honest with myself time is never really an issue. It is nigh on impossible to not find time for something you love so if you are in the same boat as I am, get up and start writing that book or get started on that painting- I can imagine the headlines-promising artist is sad and miserable in the corporate world because they couldn’t find time to do what they really love doing. Full disclosure, I have been trying to figure out what I am naturally good at, the seamless effortless kind of good and two things come to mind, making jokes and writing. I sure as hell never pass up an opportunity to land a joke so I am going to do the same for writing-I will try at least. Someone once told me I should write a book, I do not know who but thank ...