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Yoda and Star Wars are copyright Disney. Don’t know who exactly to give the credit to for this gem, but it ain’t mine.

Two things happened to me today that spurred me to finally write a new post. I’d been meaning to for months, but these two things finally coalesced and brought me to the writing prompt:

  • My playlist played one of my favorite pump-up songs, “Prayer of the Refugee” by Rise Against;
  • There’s a Lamy store on Market Street.

Sometimes what you find you need is right in front of you, and when something else can merge into the moment with it, that’s what I would call “inspiration”.

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Beginning Again

“Every new beginning comes from some other beginning’s end.”
Semisonic, “Closing Time”, 1998
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President-Elect Trump And My Middle Finger

First, and most importantly: How are you? Are you alright?

Secondly: How did it get to this point?

I’ve never felt this disenfranchised in my life as a result of an election. And this will get a bit ranty, but I need to say something. So, here’s my two cents. Take them or don’t.

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“Because They Matter.”

(WARNING! This post will contain major spoilers for the Season 7 premiere of the AMC hit The Walking Dead. If you haven’t watched it, or are intent on watching it, you may not want to read the rest of this post. I just needed to write a few thoughts, so no worries if you skip this one.

If you’re still here, enjoy!)


Why I Don’t Offer Condolences

Over the past year or so, a surprising number of people close to me have either had a close family member pass away, or have died themselves. I’ve been to a few funerals in my life, and I’m not new to the concept of losing someone I love or am close to. And after serious thought and contemplation about it I’ve come to terms with the fact that life is a temporary condition. The rest of the time, I’m just trying to enjoy what time I have left and to surround myself with people I hold dear to make that time as happy and lovely as possible.

That said, there is one thing I don’t do. One thing I refuse to do. And that would be offering condolences on someone’s loss. Not because I don’t want to console someone I love, and not because I like seeing those people in pain, but because I respect the grieving process immensely.

Let me explain.