and I don’t think he liked me so much — Success. It feels so far, far away. Like maybe it all happened in a dream or a movie. But not a movie that I wrote and starred in. Just one I happen to have watched, on a loop, for several years. God, I miss that movie. I used to have my own TV show A nationally syndicated dating game…

What’s next? Since my ADHD diagnosis last year, I’ve been thinking a lot about my novelty- seeking mind and how to understand it better. I didn’t know that seeking change so often was an ADHD thing. …

You’re welcome There’s so much to do think about, look at, desire Life is about choices What should I Think about Look at Desire I want to make so much of my life I want to not kick myself in the ass when I fall short I want to not fall short I know what I need I need to walk away from…

Lost and Found in Creating — Asking, asking, always asking… What will bring me joy to make? Answering, answering, sometimes answering… I won’t know ’til I make it. So here I am again Lost and found in unfamiliar faces Instinct at the helm Thinking mind abandoned High winds tossing me about I don’t know where I am I don’t know where I’m going Can’t remember where I’ve…

Literally — I used to wake up and expect my body to take me to all the places I needed to go without so much as a hello. I often think about how my body once ached, how my joints were stiff — all of this in my 20s and 30s! I…

It’s astonishing that in just one lifetime how there can be so many hellos and so many goodbyes. I guess it’s just the way this mixed up shook up, jumbled up world works. Nothing lasts. Nothing stays the same. The thought of a Billy Joel lyric makes me cry, Life…

Almost everything will work again if you unplug it for a few minutes, including you. ― Anne Lamott Dear Social Media, I‘m not asking for a divorce. What I want is… a reimainging of our relationship. The thing is, I love you. I just need a little space. K? “Where…

poetry for the overwhelmed creative — If only someone outside my head could teach me this lesson If only my thoughts would organize themselves Too many sparkly objects demand my attention Too many “what ifs” fill my mind I’m learning to ignore Not you. but sometimes yes, you Not them. but sometimes yes, them But mostly all the word bubbles floating above me The…