Category: Random Musings
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Not 27 anymore.
I turn 40 this morning, and honestly—it feels surreal. For so long, I’ve been joking that I was 27. I said it so often I’d sometimes forget my real age. But here I am, four decades in, and it feels different. Not in a bad way—just in a way that makes me stop and really…
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Why I write
I was never the type who loved writing in school. Essays felt stiff. Book reports were a chore. But even back then, I was writing—just not the kind they asked for. I wrote lyrics. Rhymes scribbled in spiral notebooks, verses built in my head while walking alone, staring at ceilings, or laying in the dark.…
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Fighting for Routine: Discipline in the Middle of Recovery
Recovery Doesn’t Come With a Roadmap Recovery doesn’t come with a roadmap—especially when the body you’re trying to reclaim doesn’t move the same way it used to. After my spinal fusion, I wanted nothing more than to get back to rolling, lifting, and running—back to what once made me feel strong. But I knew I…
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The rebel, the pervert, the gentleman and the philosopher.
How would you describe yourself to someone? Well, I’ve got a shirt that does a pretty damn good job: Gentleman. Philosopher. Pervert. Rebel. I’m a gentleman thanks to my mom. She raised me solo in the ’90s, doing her best to keep me grounded while juggling everything life threw her way—some job changes, a few…
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Shatter assumptions
Throughout my life, people have made assumptions about me. Some were off-base, reflections of their own projections. Others? I can’t deny—I planted them myself, deliberately, with a kind of quiet calculation. There’s something undeniably powerful in shaping the narrative before others can write it for you. In this way, I’ve used misdirection not unlike a…
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Burned out not broken.
It’s been a while since I’ve posted anything here.The truth is, I’ve been in the middle of rebuilding—not just my body, but my routines, my mindset, and my connection to the people who matter most to me. After my accident, recovery took priority. Not just physically, but mentally and emotionally too. I had to figure…
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Poem in the am
If I died today who would mourn If I side hopped would it storm If my heart stopped peace be born Though at first it may look like pain After the worst you will see gain Know our course would see us change Loves a sport but we’re in flames When the resort is to…
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Life after door kicking. 