I don’t share enough. I come across as an emotionally available, confident, and put together person – when in reality I am emotionally disconnected. I busy myself with work, theatre, concerts, movies, friend hang outs, yoga, running, cooking, nutrition lectures, late night hang outs, etc; etc; etc;… Anything to keep my mind off of and out… Continue reading When all you can do is sit in the uncomfortable and hope for the best.
Hey Food Friend, (For the uninitiated, this is what Celestial and I call one another. It’s funny to us) I feel like we haven’t talked in a long time. These past few weeks have been some really hard and emotionally difficult times as of late. Tomorrow is the service for my grandmother. It’s funny I… Continue reading Where the fuck have I been? by Dave McGuire
I sense a change happening in me. It’s not the change, you jokesters you, but a metamorphosis that is catching my eye in a big way. Coming out of high school, and even during my senior year, I was what you would call an extrovert. I wasn’t, by any means, “popular” but I had my… Continue reading Let your hair down by Dave McGuire
Dear Writers Block, I know what you are doing and I know who you are. You would have me believe that I cannot create the words that are necessary to make this blog happen. You are that fucking voice inside myself that is being oppressive, whispering into my ear like Iago telling me what to… Continue reading An open letter to writers block
I have a tendency to want everyone’s opinion on everything before I move forward with something. Especially areas I am very uncomfortable with like… buying a car, going on a date, eating meat… these are just a few, in the past, I’ve spent hours asking about and finally coming home with an overflow of opinions I… Continue reading When everyone has an opinion and you forget which one is your own
I find myself teetering on the edge of melodramatic and sad. Unable to process what’s actually just happened. I won’t see her again. Who will fill the position as pen pal, now? Is this a fucking joke? The above questioning sounds more melodramatic than I would care to admit, but these are genuine questions that… Continue reading Loss by Dave McGuire
I found myself in a coffee house last night. Thoughts racing through my head at a mile a minute. Thoughts pertaining to my current living situation, my relationships and the impending passing of my grandmother. I use to find comfort in the distraction of social media, but with today’s current political climate, instead of a… Continue reading Tired by Dave McGuire