Tag: identity

me in florence

I Think I’m a Chinese Tourist

I spent the last month on vacation in Europe.   Don’t judge me. London, Barcelona, Rome, Paris. And many sites in between. Each location had a few things in common: 1) amazing architecture 2) incredible history 3) selfie sticks 4) Chinese tourists At first, the waves of Chinese tour groups bugged the hell out of me. How could you enjoy the… Read more →

Of Closets, Courage, and Compliments

My brother texted me last weekend. He said, “If you die before me, I’m totally doing a photo montage of you to the Mama Cass song ‘make your own kind of music’—the words fit you so well.” I listened to the song. And it made me happy that he thought of me that way. In some circles, I am a nobody.… Read more →

The Homeless Are Show-Offs

The world moves at a confusingly rapid pace. People all around you doing better than you financially. Maybe they have family connections that gave them an easier start. Maybe they focused more in school, or in work. Maybe they hate their lives or they’re in debt, or they are in a miserable marriage, or their kids are totally messed up,… Read more →

Don’t Trust Me

What I say will change from time to time. My advice will change. My wisdom will flip flop. Yours should too. I don’t trust consistent people. They’re robots. It’s funny that we demand consistency from others. I guess, if we need to plan our future with people, we want to be able to sign on to a platform that we… Read more →

I Am Not Tim Ferris.

I am not Tim Ferriss. But I like him. I am inspired by him. Inspired by the people he interviews on his podcast. I read his book and it unlocked a part of me I thought was lost. A part of me I wish I hadn’t given up. A part of me that finds hope in accomplishment. I am inspired… Read more →