Lean on Me I made the decision this week that I am committed to do (1) blog post per week for the rest of 2025. Who knows if that will stick. I always wanted to write something. I was never exactly sure what to write about. "They" say, everyone has a book in them. Who are "they" anyway? I think they is part voice in your head and part an asshole that you met at a dinner party. "They" say egg yolk causes high cholesterol. "They" say you can grow your hair back using topical spray. "They" say if your house burns down you should blog about it and turn it into a book. "Sometimes in our lives. We all have pain. We all have sorrow. But if we are wise. We know that there's always tomorrow." So if I write 52 blogs in a year, that's about 100 to 150 pages of material. If I double space and increase the font like I did in school, it could be like 250 pages. If I add pictures, 300. Now I have a book....
It doesn't feel real. Will it ever? It's been 2 weeks since our house burned down. Many have encouraged me to keep writing. I think mostly because they think since my house burned down, I need a "feelings outlet." I am the Mayor of Compartmentalizing Your Feelings City. It's the city I visit when shit happens. When life happens. It's quiet. It's cerebral. It's non-verbal. It's probably not healthy. When shit happens to Wendy, she cleans. When shit happens to me, I eat. I'm the only person that has gained weight during dry January. Yes, I'm 23 days in; my house burned down; and I've had 0 cocktails. I'm really looking forward to Heroin February. Sorry to joke about heroin addiction. But I should get a pass, right? How long should I get a pass for sarcastic, angry, short-tempered, forgetful, fuck it behavior? More than 2 weeks. That's for sure. "Opened my eyes to a new kind ...