Follow up to SOS

Something I didn’t really unpack in “SOS” was how making lists and staying organized and being really OCD about my data and my time makes me a slave. For instance, I find books I want to read all the time. Currently, I add them to a list and figure out where in my queue that book is going to go. When I was a kid, I’d read whatever, whenever. There was not a queue. The library had the book on Helicopters or it was going to be the book on Tanks. Either way, I was happy to read. If there was a new book that caught my fancy, I’d get that one instead. I was free to simply enjoy the book. Or to leave it in my backpack and ride my bike instead, because there were no arbitrary rules about the “correct way” to spend my time. I was just living. I didn’t have past-me puppet-mastering me in to reading or doing anything in a predefined order for no sake other than it seeming good at the time that the list was made. I used to think of myself as a s… Read More


Some nights well spent I’m never sold on self-help I’m too afraid to interrogate myself When I have the strength to crawl back into bed I’m writing lists in notebooks I’m organizing every word But less forgetful in dividing lines You called me right on time I’m picking out my poisons from the wall To the war inside my head I’d say I’m getting used to it I’m getting over it I’m getting back in bed We all seem overwhelmed Keeping time will never tell I really shouldn’t stay I should be proper for a change — P R O P E R, Into It. Over It. Two weeks ago I was on vacation at Folly Beach in Charleston. I ate a lot of food, read here and there, and mostly avoided my phone and the internet. Instead of splashing around the digital ocean, I opted to body surf for hours a day with my wife and my family. The waves would make surfers roll their eyes. Still, I came up from every wave wi… Read More