Highs and lows

Riding the highs and trudging through the lows like shoes caked in sticky mud.  It’s both interesting and maddening to me how some moments can hang on for dear life while others shoot through you like bolts of lightning.  The bad feelings and the good, respectively of course.  As we came to learn through middle school English class, “nothing gold can stay.” I left Alicante … Continue reading Highs and lows

On hope and endings

Why is everyone I idolize dead? I thought as I laid quietly in bed.

I had just finished Anthony Bourdain’s A Cook’s Tour and needed a moment to let it all sink in.  The ending of a book is usually a moment of somber reflection for me.  It’s a ritual that begins by reading the last page or paragraph twice, maybe three times, before closing it silently and falling into my thoughts.  Each story is an emotional and mental investment and seeing it come to a close is like ending a relationship.  You need some time to accept its conclusion and move on. Continue reading “On hope and endings”