Day Twenty

A Hobby of Mine This is a tough one for me these days. I don't really have much of a hobby in the traditional sense anymore. For the majority of my years, I could say that my hobby was collecting comic books. But I'm not doing that anymore. I don't even have any of the … Continue reading Day Twenty

Day Nineteen

A Talent of Mine I really don't like to brag. I mean, I know I get on here and occasionally write about how awesome I am. But, you know, that's just a shallow facade attempting to mask the decades of insecurity that rest just under the surface of my personality. More often than not, that … Continue reading Day Nineteen

Day Seventeen

An Art Piece Sometimes, when the counselors get together for meetings, we take time to do some of our own therapeutic exercises. A couple weeks ago, we were asked to create mandalas. This is the one I did... It's nowhere near an exact representation of any place I've ever been. But it depicts the kind … Continue reading Day Seventeen

Day Sixteen

A Song That Makes Me Cry I know a lot men who refuse to admit that they've ever cried. I'm not one of those men. Granted, I don't cry that often, but that's because I spend a great deal of my time and energy attempting to conceal most of my emotions. I blame that on … Continue reading Day Sixteen

Day Fifteen

My Dream House Honestly, I don't often think about what could be considered my dream house. I know the things that I'd like to have, but I don't have any delusions that those things will ever truly be a reality. I want a house by a lake. I don't care how many bedrooms the place … Continue reading Day Fifteen

Day Fourteen

A N0n-Fiction Book I hope, as with yesterday's post, that this is not an expectation of me to have a non-fiction book written and posted here. While I am, without question, a cesspool of useless knowledge, I would never claim to know enough about any particular subject to be able to write a book about … Continue reading Day Fourteen

Day Thirteen

A Fictional Book Kids, I haven't written a fictional book yet. I mean, sure, I've got some ideas floating around up there in the old noggin, but I don't want to share them here. Not yet, anyway. I mean, what if I have an unscrupulous reader who would take that idea and run with it … Continue reading Day Thirteen

Day Twelve

Something I Am OCD About There are actually a couple things that cause the OCD in me to come to the surface. Sadly, one of those things is still strongly tied to my unfortunate time spent working for the bank. When I was running a teller drawer, all of my cash needed to be facing … Continue reading Day Twelve

Day Ten

A Photo Taken Over 10 Years Ago of Me Okay, so this is a picture of me from well over 10 years ago. But the rule was over 10 years ago. And who can ignore this adorable kid? Right? Just look at that cowlick. I was going to try and post something of me from … Continue reading Day Ten