All posts filed under: How Life Works

Lifestyle: Things I’ve Learned – Still Learning About Marriage

Over the weekend I went shopping, more like browsing by myself. I think subconsciously I needed to people watch more than anything so I can validate the human behaviors I’ve written about for a creative writing assignment. While in Michael’s (the craft store for those unfamiliar) I noticed number of couples, the man helping his wife or partner find something – the right color of a project, one woman shared a photograph on her cellphone for him as reference to help her find JUST THE RIGHT RED-ORANGE. I chuckled at the way he was pointing to every red paint color and her getting irritated or annoyed with him. Then another husband was given the task to find a spool of thread, which I realized how nervous he was, gathering a dozen samples for the wife to choose from. Another one was in charge of helping pick out imitation flowers for his wife. He stood there patiently holding the bunch and occasionally suggesting this and that only to get her disapproval. I left the store and …

Life’s Funny That Way

I took a few days off, to unwind in the country. Or so I thought that’s what I’d be doing. I packed my bag, my laptop, my dog and a few other things I though I would need and drove 2.5hours east to somewhere near Tahoe. The plan was I would finalize my third novel, you know the last-minute details before I set it loose online on April 16. Which is now only four days away. I had five days  before I left to lock in the formatting,  and all minor fixes and bugs. However,  I realized with only 30 minutes left to my drive, that I left my charger plug at home. (Long story I don’t want to get into). I am usually very together, and function extremely methodologically with everything I do. But the plug, not my fault really, was left behind. And I knew while freaking out on the road, the computer battery was only at 6pct. This bit of detail set the tone for the four-day weekend. And no matter how …

The Aftermath…Processing, Coping and Moving On

With all things traumatic, there is a period of time where you spend, after the shock, a great deal of hours and days processing what may (at current), be the most devastating thing that has happened to you. You seek answers naturally, thinking if you knew what really happened, you could cope better. And then you find out; your worst fear was what truly happened. That the person very dear to you has taken his or her own life, deflating the few ounces of optimism persisting  in your way of thinking. You ponder in shock, your heart aching, your stomach in knots, unable to understand what could have caused this person to do such a thing to YOU. Is the first thing that crosses your mind, and then you calm down enough, after the obsession to make sense of it all, only to recognize that he did this unthinkable to himself, resolving in that few moments or perhaps days in torment, ending his life was the solitary thing left for him to do…whatever the damn …

Life Is Only Short If You Haven’t Lived It To Your Full Potential…

On Thursday, I got on the bus, different from the usual train I take home each day after work. This is because I had an appointment across town I needed to get to, and this particular bus route was the best way to get there. Suddenly, while listening to the song Ashes and Wine, I felt a strange pain shoot across my chest, in a heartfelt way reflecting on my conversations with my friend Duncan. I actually felt the urge to cry, not knowing why I felt such a strange pain. Today, at the airport early morning, while seated at the gate waiting for my flight to board, I noticed the beautiful sunrise taking shape across the clear skies near SFO. I decided to snap the photo and post it on Facebook, with the words…Today is going to be a great day…until, I opened Facebook to discover my friend Duncan who I spoke to last Wednesday on Facebook, had died suddenly, and overnight… It took me hours to post this entry as I find myself …