I stroll this city with my pimp limp as my mind races. Thoughts about the past and worries about the future consume me. Pedestrians pass, and cars cruise nearby, though I am oblivious to their details. I elevate the ideas […]
When I lift weights, I have a habit of thinking about my girlfriend, grocery list, ghostwriting, and gobs of other topics. Recently, I have concentrated on directing my focus exclusively on the exercise I am performing. I have realized that […]
Naively & ignorantly, I supposed that as the business with my law partner proved its viability and profitability, my mental consternation would fade into a proverbial sunset. Sullivan|Simon is busier than ever. We have many federal and state court projects, […]
Recently, I have struggled with the silent anxieties I ruminate about. The buildup of fear is a bubbling cauldron with a lid unable to contain the contents underneath. The list would span pages if I allowed myself to meander my […]
My law partner and I are out of the office as we take a deserved day off. I’ll not apologize for not responding to your calls, texts, and emails because today is my day off from work. I will remind […]
In the past, I’ve been too rigid in too many aspects of my life. I have placed artificial time constraints that shackled me to a schedule in my head. And if I did not follow that faux timetable, the ensuing […]
In The Things They Carried, author Tim O’Brien captures the reason I write. He states, I did not look on my work as therapy, and still don’t. . . . [T]he act of writing [leads] me through a swirl of […]
F-ck the concept of time. I will pull the clock off the wall. I refuse to fret about leaving for & getting to work before 9:30 A.M. I will not routinely set the alarm (for 5:11 A.M.) that goes off […]
My girlfriend told me she killed a long black bug — presumably a cockroach — in the kitchen yesterday. She showed me the stain on the wall, the aftermath of the murder. I was distracted for the next hour with […]
My mind churns unceasingly. Whether I’m taking a shower, on the toilet, lying in bed, or lifting weights, I think about last year or month, yesterday, tomorrow, or next month or year. What the f*. After several years of meditating, […]