You may not agree with my opinions on white chocolate or hockey, but my mind will not be changed.

At first, new beginnings must be practiced. You’re shaky and unstable, teaching your brain a new way to be by just going through the motions. Everyone says that it’ll eventually become second nature, but I’m too smart to assume I’ll make it that far. 

Written at a time when we couldn’t leave our homes, I view my home office as though it’s new to me, and reflect on learnings from pandemic quarantine.

After sheltering in place for weeks, looking out the window takes on new depth and meaning.

For a long time, I had a tendency to live in fantasy. By now I realize that it was a coping mechanism. Not really fully healthy or unhealthy. Rather, a mix. Perhaps even neutral. My daydreaming was actually just what seems to happen to a lot of people for real.