Other Writing

June 17

The Haircut

Chunks of hair fell to the floor, chopped, disconnected like an umbilical cord

Once a part of a living thing, now to be swept up and gathered into the trash can

Created almost magically,

An alchemy of energy and protein from the items I had carefully released into my body

Deep inside that “trash” lay my genetic information

It held the first things that my mom and dad ever gave me

A blueprint that will continue to influence my life even after my parents are gone

Yet despite its important contents, it is a weight lifted

The RGM Commute

April 27

Looking Back on a Long Day

Working a 9-to-5 while wanting to do something else is a serious grind.  No one really wants to work, but unlike the other aimless souls in the office you have a definite vision of where or what you would rather be.  Oddly enough, the Clean Bandit song plays often on my commute to work.  The cheery song mocking me with its lyrics, “There’s no place I’d rather be….” while being crammed in the middle of a crowded train car and mentally gearing up for the passive aggressive cattiness of co-workers and endless requests from clients.

I had a non-stop day and come 4:00 in the afternoon my brain was begging for release and so was my bladder.  I plowed through another 90 minutes trying to finish what I could before the next day’s extra load since one of my counterparts would be out.  On the way home, all I could think was…that was heinous.  Ughh.  Then, amazingly, some part of me rose up and I thought wait a minute.  You didn’t walk out, you didn’t flip out on anyone (which is kind of the office atmosphere where I work), and you came through big time for your boss helping him while he was incommunicado on a plane.  This day was actually a success!

We have the power to frame all our experiences.  I am just thankful for not feeling defeated tonight and cheering to Friday.  Hope you turn it in to something good.


We either make ourselves miserable or we make ourselves strong.  The amount of work is the same.

-Carlos Castaneda


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