Letters to Myself

19 09 2012

I’m a journal-er.  Yes, I’m a writer, so it would make sense that I journal.  But I really journal.  Lots.  And most of that never sees the light of day.  It’s the writing I know I’m not gonna share with anyone else, and therefore, I can be free to write anything.  Anything.  (Sidenote:  When I die, please burn all of my journals.  Thanks.)  Sometimes, I look back at my journals.  This can be either embarrassing, boring, engaging, or confusing.  Sometimes, it’s like reading a letter from my past to my present.  Sometimes, I wish I could write back.

Fourteen years ago this month, I wrote this:

I feel like I have so many ideas—so much energy—so many feelings—so much creativity—so many neat experiences—but am not yet wise or mature enough or ready to be able to truly express all of this.   Or is it that I’m not comfortable with it?  Is that it?  Or is it that I can express them but don’t know what to do with them after that (in a way I could support myself)?

Dear Past Self,

Please know that you will find ways to express all of those feelings and experiences (and more) over the coming years.  You will even be able to satisfy your severest critic–yourself.  And while we’re on the subject, be kinder to yourself.  You’re doing a good job;  you’ll have a good future.


Your Future Self

Well, I asked….

26 01 2012

Me:  Hey, why do you think it is we’re still single?

Me Again:  Maybe it’s because we’re talking to each other.


26 01 2012


It happened!  I’m feeling better!  Wooty-woot-woot!  It’s funny, how when you’re feeling better, you just KNOW it.  But when you’re not feeling better, you don’t even remember what feeling-better feels like.



Me:  Am I feeling better today?

Me Again:  Maybe.  I think so.

Me:  Yeah, me too.  I mean, it feels like when I’m walking around, I don’t want to go right back to sleep.

Me Again:  Yeah.  Well, like maybe we can go back to sleep in a little bit, but we don’t have to right now.

Me:  Exactly.

Me Again:  But we will go back to sleep?

Me:  Yeah….I think I might be getting better today……

Me Again:  I’m tired.



Me Again:  Oh my god!  I feel better!

Me:  You’re right!

All of Me:  WOOOOT!


11 11 2011

Sometimes, I think I take myself too literally.


8 11 2011
Trying to explain the understanding that comes with age to one who is young is like trying to explain the beauty of flying to a caterpillar.

For Performers

4 09 2011

You cannot move your audience unless you are moved.

Sad but True

24 08 2011

There’s nothing sadder than someone trying really hard to be funny.