a recovering fat boy

a recovering fat boy

I’m a recovering fat boy from days gone by. The perimeter and circumference of my waist is a lot smaller these days, and I no longer sweat on relatively cool days, but my life still feels like I’m losing ground. I feel like I’m letting the fat boy take control of my...
anger

anger

I wouldn’t describe myself as an angry person, but it’s definitely something I have to spar with, and the older I get the more I am aware of it. I’m not wrathful. I never have been. It just not in my nature to punch or throw things. I don’t curse, unless it’s in fun....
the power of routine

the power of routine

There is great deal of power in habit and you can harness a great deal of good by doing simple things really well. If you are able to commit to doing little things consistently, you’ll form some good habits that will change your life. It’s inevitable but why is it so...
I love beer

I love beer

I really do love beer. I love wine too but I simply fall apart with the harder stuff. I love everything about beer. I love how the glass feels in my hand. How cold it tastes on a hot summer day. I love the bubbles that fight each other to get to the surface of the...

do what you can

  Do what you can. No matter how little. How small and how insignificant. Do it despite the half-hearted effort. Do what you can because the teeter-totter habit of doing all or nothing will ultimately lead you to nowhere. It will very likely drag your limp mind,...

there’s no magical fairy dust

  So maybe somewhere out there, in a mystical castle, and probably in a dungeon, someone has managed to abscond with barrels and barrels of magical fairy dust, but I can’t for the life of me find any. It would be nice to have it too. To have that magic bullet....