Happy New Year…2016 Starts Today

Happy New Year…2016 Starts Today

The rest of the world celebrated New Year’s two weeks ago. Today, I celebrate mine. The week between New Year’s Day and my birthday is the time I take stock of who I am, my lot in life, where do I want to go, both physically and metaphorically, and the big daddy of all questions: Am I on the right track for who I want to be in 5-10 years? This question always trips me up because for years, I’ve believed  that…

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I hear voices

I hear voices

For the past couple of years, I’ve stayed pretty quiet. A blog post here and there, but no self promotion, just me and WordPress getting together once every four or five months to take a few notes about what’s on my mind, so I don’t totally lose track of these years-even though there’s much I’d rather forget. But as I try to fall asleep, a nagging voice inside me tells me to get up and write. I try to ignore…

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2015 Shattered Me

2015 Shattered Me

Seven days into 2016 and I’m still reflecting on 2015. My New Year’s Eve was spent jet-lagged from three red-eyes in four days across 15 time zones, and instead of my traditional bottle of wine, I was in REM sleep before 7PM. In complete zombie mode, the only thing I wanted or could contemplate was: What time is it and is it too early to go to bed? But it seems the worst of the jet-lag is behind me and other than…

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A year later: Can you go back home again?

A year later: Can you go back home again?

The one-year anniversary of my return to North Carolina was this month, so it seemed like a good time to speak out on what the past year has really been like and answer the question: Can you really go back home again? When I crossed over the I-85 South Virginia/North Carolina border with a Carolina blue sky to welcome me, I said, I’m back, I’m home. It took me 16 years and a lot of moves up and down the East…

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My spiritual epiphany, I’m not a problem to be solved

My spiritual epiphany, I’m not a problem to be solved

A week before Paxton died,  I had a sort-of spiritual epiphany. See, for some time I’ve struggled with my place in the world.  Now whether that’s self-induced or real, I don’t know, but I’ve found it’s hard for people to completely understand you or appreciate you when you don’t necessarily follow the prescribed path of life or fit neatly in a box. I’ve always wanted to fit-in, to be like my family and friends and have the American Dream: Education,…

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