*For context: Colin Moriarty recently left Kinda Funny to produce his own video content for his first love: Politics and History. I recently mentioned him on the blog here: The Glossary of an Adult.
When I first heard you on Beyond in 2010, I despised you. I rolled my eyes whenever your voice appeared. But as I listened, I grew fond of your honesty and insight. So, I took a long and hard look at myself as to why I would react in such a way, and I had to admit that I was wrong. I misjudged you.
*Note: This was a post that I had meant to write months ago, immediately after the summer gardening season, but I never got around to it. So now, it’s a memorial to one of the most hard-working people that I have ever known.
In my youth, my Father spent lots of time tending to our personal garden over the summer months in Northern Maine. My brother and I were however too lazy to help in any discernible way, and to subsequently learn a life lesson about hard work and dedication in the process. We sure did enjoy eating the fruits of his labor though!
I will forever regret the decision I made last night. If there was ever truth to the parallel universe theory, wherein with every individual’s decision, comes a split universe where the opposite reaction occurs, then this is proof positive of how life-changing that event could have been.
Depression is something that I believe we all experience at some point or another; in different ways and intensities, but it’s a part of life. My recent bout with depression was maybe the third time in my life that I had ever felt this way, and this was the most prominent attack yet.
As my second year of writing on the blog comes to a close, I’m grateful to all of you out there who have supported me by reading the blog, commenting, and helping it grow from its meager beginnings to a mildly more popular site. I shattered my old view count for 2015, I intend to once again double the views from the previous year; which will be an astonishing goal to reach. Here are my views for the year 2016:
Of course, this crucial part of my life and its documentation will continue into 2017. I hope this will be the year that the first draft is complete so I can begin the rewrite and release it as an autobiographical novel. This is one of my main goals for the New Year.Read More »
I worked with someone recently on a short film, and somehow, her and her fiancé lived in the same small city that I called home for over ten years: Bangor, Maine. He worked at the very same hospital that I did for the better part of a decade, and I remember him. It’s insane to think about: he was working at the hospital during some of the most stressful moments in my life. I’d see him almost every day, and have probably nodded or said hi to him a dozen times. But there were times when I wasn’t the happy-go-lucky person I had been before and since. Those were some of my darkest days, and it is through those they say that you learn from the most.
This morning (Sunday, Dec. 11), I awoke naturally; at 6 AM (PST) and decided to use this extra time to get a jumpstart on some writing. As I am also trying a new fasting technique that delays my first meal of the day by a few hours, I decided to also abstain from my usual immediate coffee consumption. So I sat there in a half-awake daze trying to focus on my thoughts.
But as the words stalled within my mind, I realized that I may not be able to write until I ate or showered (my usual methods to become alert, otherwise I’m notorious for falling back asleep), so I finished a movie that I had started the night before for my #52Pick-Up series, and at that precise moment, a wave of nostalgia crashed over me. I had a fond memory of me doing exactly this before, getting up early to watch a movie when I couldn’t sleep thirteen years ago in the hospital.Read More »
It’s funny to watch yourself during a moment of absolute freedom; when I have a full day to write and be productive, and every time I research a word for a better synonym, or open my browser, instinctively (and immediately), I fall into a clickhole. I open Facebook, or YouTube, ever distancing myself from my main objective. It’s even worse when I actually need to examine one simple post from our content channels on Facebook, and rather than accomplishing that objective, I like post after post, scrolling down the infinite wall of personal expression.