When I first got together with the Boss, I thought we had a finite list of “issues” we’d work through. I assumed over the course of our relationship, we’d come to know each other better, learn how to communicate better, and each year things would get better and better until one day we would “arrive”
Years ago the Boss and I were driving from Knoxville Tennessee to New York City. Somewhere in Virginia, I got pulled over and received a punishing speeding ticket. She had all sorts of emotions I didn’t expect. First was a mix of shock, fear, and embarrassment. Surprisingly, that was the first time she had ever
This one isn’t “advice to a younger me”. It’s quite likely my Dad was explicit with this lesson and I like to think I’ve always come correct on this topic. But if I could go back in time, I’d have this conversation anyway to be damn sure I learned it. This one is for my
High on my list of “stuff I wish I knew back then” is a better understanding of how successful romantic relationships start. The version I know a little about is “boy likes girl”. I’m pretty sure if you add it all up, I’ve wasted at least a year of my life dreaming, wishing , pining,
Have you ever held the door for someone and they don’t even say thank you? Let a car cut in front of you without getting so much as a wave? Say “bless you” to someone who sneezes without them even giving you a glance. That kind of stuff really used to piss me off. Why?
Look, the Police aren’t perfect. At the low-end of the spectrum, rare is the cop who doesn’t break the basic traffic laws that we’re all held to. At the high-end, megalomania, harassment, violence, injustice of the highest order. But most cops keep it in the lane. And most of them would take a bullet for
This is literal advice. Putting out a campfire thoroughly is a vital responsibility. But if you attempt to do it with your own liquid supply, you will regret it deeply. Let’s just say that creates a kind of steam that you don’t want to be around. Use something you’d drink, or dirt. That is all.
If young me worked for me now, I’d fire myself in a second. When I look back at how naive, toxic, and insubordinate I was as a young man in the workplace, I am deeply embarrassed. I’ll cut to the chase: Nobody owes anyone a job. If someone has been kind enough to give you a
Once upon a time I saw a behavioral therapist to help me work through some stuff. Her name was Dr. Sarah. Eventually I figured it out, developed some tools to manage my issues, and our time together came to an end. On that very last visit, I got what is probably *the* best advice I’ve