When I was in fourth, or maybe fifth, grade, my parents got an exercise bike. This was around the time I vowed to dedicate my young existence to the pursuit of perfectionism. I figured perfection was the ultimate life hack. I figured if I could make myself perfect,...
Or vote that that’s an extremely cheesy thing to think, not to mention write, in an election year that’s already starting to boil over with intensity. AND it’s ONLY May. Have you noticed that election years are starting to feel about as enjoyable as going to the...
For what seemed like ages, I frequently passed a fenced off construction site on the edge of town. A banner affixed to the fence forecasted a future clinic being open for business at some unspecified point in the future. Even though there was some evidence...
For years, I’ve known that Roger Bannister ran the first sub-four-minute mile and that, after this historic accomplishment, other runners soon broke his record in large part because Roger proved it was possible. What an incredible story right? I love this...
Ironically this holiday season, I’ve been thinking a bit about a time in my life when I lost all sense of celebration. In seventh grade, I attempted to take my own life. My hard times had begun some years earlier, during the summer following fifth...
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