suffering

A broken scale may or may not tell you something you want to know. It may say you're doing ok. It may tell you you're good enough. Or it might say you don't…

I wouldn't have said I'm this kind of guy, the try-hard, the Type A. I'm not. I'm not. I think instead I've fallen prey to the siren song of suffering, the…

It’s a tall goddamned order, being cheerful, but what are you going to do? Sulk around all the time? Make everyone else miserable? Make yourself miserable?…

I was a lazy kid. I want that out front lest my parents read this and think I'm trying to pass myself off as some paragon of mental fortitude. I shirked with…

When I think back on my earliest memory of a bicycle and a hill, what I recall is the down, the building momentum, wind in hair, the involuntary grin. Turning…