I asked God for an adventure. I thought I knew what I was asking. I thought I knew what it would look like. I thought I knew where it would take me – or at least an idea. I know now I knew nothing. Not knowing has never been so damn exciting and fun. This… Continue reading I asked for an adventure – 32/100
I once dated a guy who had something to say about the title of this blog, Hungry and Foolish. It comes from Steve Jobs, originally said, Stay hungry, stay foolish. This guy I dated said that he didn't agree with the Foolish part, almost as if it was beneath him. Like the idea of being… Continue reading Hungry and definitely foolish – 18/100
I got my eyebrows retouched from microblading (tattoo) a few days ago. I thought the lady that did the work did a great job. I liked it and heard compliments from others. I finally got the chance to show my mom. "Look Mom, I got my eyebrows touched up." "Ah I see, it looks okay."… Continue reading My mom and my eyebrows – 16/100
There is really nothing better than being at peace with where I'm at, what I'm doing, who I am, and where I'm going. Nothing.
One of the most humbling moments of my life was the realization that someone I had believed only wanted to condemn me judge me hurt me actually only wanted to be heard. By me. The second most humbling moment then followed in the form of realizing that I had been struggling all my life with… Continue reading Humbled three times – 8/100
As I waited at the edge of Santa Monica Blvd, for the little white figure across the street to tell me I could cross, a thought flitted across my mind, a thought about my writing, or lack thereof recently. I don't have anything to say. I don't have anything interesting to share. And even as… Continue reading Keep that stale loaf away from me
I haven't been writing lately. The last entry in my journal was dated 1/21/18 - 7 days ago. The last blog post was dated 1/17/18 - 11 days ago. I haven't been writing lately although there are many moments when I feel overwhelmed. Not with fear and doubt and anxiety, like I used to feel… Continue reading Thoughts on not writing