I find myself sometimes in life wondering what's real. I have real deep contemplations in my head thinking about what just happened. What is real? What is going on? How did I get here? When I die, how does it all go? Am I on a TV show that other people watch? You know, just thoughts. When you really break things down, every person in the world might have these thoughts. There's also the thoughts of how did I get where I'm at while others are where they are. For instance, if you're someone that's living in an impoverished neighborhood and you're going through violence, but you turn on the TV and you see people sitting at a dinner table in a nice suburban neighborhood, you're probably wondering how the fuck did that happen? And then some of those people in those suburban neighborhoods probably turn on the TV and see someone like the Kardashians living the luxurious life, wondering how come I have to bust my ass working 40 hours a week along with my wife just t...
It's Dark at 4:30 and I'm Supposed to Be Grateful: Surviving the November Slide It happens every year, and every year I act surprised. One minute it’s 3:58 in the afternoon. I’m answering a message, making coffee, pretending I understand what I’m doing with my life. Then I look out the window and it’s dark. Not “the evening is beginning” dark. More like “did I forget an appointment and sleep through the entire day?” dark. It’s 4:30 on a Tuesday in November, and I’m supposed to be grateful. Grateful for the changing leaves. Grateful for family. Grateful for the holidays. Grateful for the opportunity to buy things I don’t need while standing in a checkout line with a headache. And I am grateful for some of it. I really am. But this last month has been really tough for me before, and the November slide has a way of sneaking up on people. The clocks change, the daylight disappears, routines get weird, and suddenly even basic tasks feel like they require a committee meeting. ...
