This blog is a collection of sharp, self-deprecating observations that use everyday frustrations—like a crown digging into a wrist or the "interminable landscape" of an open mic—as entry points for deeper self-reflection. It’s a space where modern anxiety meets seasoned wit, offering readers a relatable look at the messy process of personal growth and professional recalibration. It captures the voice of a "Part-Time Professional" who is tired of the status quo and ready to "flip the screen" on how they view their own potential.
"Imagine spending your time so focused down the road you missed the turn you’d been looking for for two hours. Sometimes, the monster in the hallway is just a shadow waiting for you to slow down."
Word Count: ~375 words
Approximate Read Time: 1 minute, 45 seconds
Read MoreGiving a feeling a name makes it tangible, but it doesn't make it go away. If you've been "acknowledging and ignoring" your own sense of displacement, it might be time for a coffee date with your monster.
Word Count: ~395 words
Approximate Read Time: 1 minute, 45 seconds
Read More"I’m starting to think we shouldn't be building walls at all—we need frameworks. Walls are designed to keep things out; frameworks are just there to keep the roof from caving in while we figure out why we're full of it."
Word Count: ~440 words
Approximate Read Time: 1 minute, 45 seconds
I recently tried to "Kool-Aid Man" my way through my own house while complaining about someone else's "obvious" mistakes. It turns out the physical world is largely unimpressed by our professional expertise. Here is why we’re often blind to the walls in our own hallways.
Word Count: ~320 words
Approximate Read Time: 1 minute, 20 seconds
Read MoreWhy does a square of linen feel like a barrier to entry? A reflection on why we trade the joy of a good meal for the anxiety of "correct" etiquette—and why I’d rather have a messy conversation over a picnic bench than a silent one over a pristine setting.
Word Count: ~385 words Approximate Read Time: 1 minute, 45 seconds
Read MoreI used to think the Irish Goodbye was rude. Now I realize the "Long Goodbye" is just me begging for attention. Why I’m retiring from the Farewell Tour.
Word Count: ~510 words
Approximate Read Time: 2 minutes
"My parents gutted my childhood bedroom to build a bathroom. Here is what their renovation taught me about the difference between ownership and true stewardship."
Read More"Being average is the ultimate VIP pass to the audience. If I were the 'World Breaker' I wanted to be as a kid, I’d be too busy holding up the sky to notice the guy making quarters disappear next to the espresso machine."
Word Count: ~453 words Approximate Read Time: 1 minute and 50 seconds
"I’ve looked back at the wall of parkas with genuine betrayal, my ankle rolling on the asphalt, wondering why the collective consciousness of the sidewalk decided I was the one who had to go."
Word Count: ~375 words
Approximate Read Time: 1 minute, 30 seconds
"My Casio was the John Wick of watches: quiet, complicated, and impossible to kill. However, I was swayed to try a Google Pixel Watch... This didn't change my dilemma; it just meant that pushing myself off the couch might accidentally trigger a 9-1-1 call. That is, until a co-worker asked me one simple question."
Word Count: ~306 words
Approximate Read Time: 1 minute, 15 seconds
Read MoreThere are few places on earth I feel more at home than an open mic. It’s a mix of nervous energy and seasoned pros burning cigarettes like they're waiting for a verdict... It's the great equalizer; a nobody can win the hearts of the audience while a 'Netflix Known' hits a flat night. However, the open mic is also an interminable landscape you never learn to escape—mostly because you forget you were trying to leave.
Word Count: 654 words
Approximate Reading Time: 3 minutes
