Love and Impedimenta

I was talking to my Uncle Clint about the process of packing up house and figuring out what to take and what to give away or sell, and he said something along the lines of, “You’re dealing with the impedimenta of life.”

Fatigue and the Lie of the Self

I have been thinking about fatigue and why I am tired much of the time. It’s not that I walk around with my head hanging, gasping for air—it’s that I’ll be fine and happy and suddenly, out of nowhere it seems, I’m so tired I can barely finish a sentence, never mind read a book or answer emails or have a thought that feels important. This kind of fatigue is exhausting. It’s like: how can I keep going?

Disappointment and Grit

I’m working on a book about money, and I was thinking about self-worth. I was trying to remember the first time I felt like a failure around money, like I was not good with it or that I was like a piggy bank with no bottom, something money/value ran through.