In Training
February 9th, 2003I'm currently in training. It's for one of the toughest classes in life. It's called Raising A Family.
Surprised? You shouldn't be. In a way, we all are in training for this class.
Getting Older
Archived Entries from this Category
Crossing the Line
October 27th, 2002It's been truly disheartening to talk to so many married couples lately. Not because I feel any pressure to get married myself, but because so many of them seem to be unhappily married.
I'm at that age now where a lot of my friends are dropping like flies (er, I mean getting married). And at this age, if you're single, you'll feel some of that the marital pressure. If your married friends aren't trying to set you up, they're asking you, "So when are you going to settle down?"
The Big Chill
May 19th, 2002I'm looking forward to my thirties. They seem like so much fun.
Because I know it's going to be just like those commercials where a bunch of thirty-somethings sit in a log cabin, sipping their Chardonnay and laughing about old times.
It IS going to be just like that, isn't it?
The Itch of Regret
April 21st, 2002Feel that? That itch in the gut of your soul? The voice that says, "If only I had…"
That's Regret gnawing at you there.
It's the haunting feeling that makes you look back at that one party you had to leave early because you had work the next day. Even though you were having a great time. Because you're responsible like that.
Retiring Rich
April 7th, 2002It's not too late! There's still time for you! Don't wait any longer; act now!
I'm talking IRAs, man, IRAs! Individual Retirement Accounts!
Quarter-Life Crisis
January 27th, 2002"Ohmigosh I think I'm going to have a breakdown."
"You'll be fine."
"No, I won't. I'm old now."
"Old?! You're only 25!"
"Right! I'm 25! Tweeenty-fiiive! I've lived a quarter of a century now, and it's all downhill from here."
See You Later
May 9th, 1999With true friends, there are no "Goodbyes," only "See you laters."
Standing in a tight stairway at a friend's house during our farewell party, I said those lines as tears brimmed and sobs choked the air.
The Yellow Brick Road
April 25th, 1999I see life as a series of paths before me. Like branches of a tree they stretch out in random directions, each with it's own branch children and grandchildren.
