This blog isn't for my friends. It's not for my mom. In fact, if someone I know happens to stumble upon it and sees me in the stories, I'll be ruined. This blog is an outlet, an experiment in understanding who I really am, and an opportunity to share what I might not otherwise share with the world's eyes on me. It's also a chance to share embarrassing stories in hopes of keeping you reading. So I write this blog anonymously. Are we free without anonymity? I am a different me to different people. Father, husband, coworker, introvert who doesn't throw a football in a spiral, extrovert who likes to make people laugh, the guy who gets lost on his own street, or even the kid who developed such a profound crush in the 4th grade that he was lucky there weren't stricter stalker laws. (Come on. I was 10.) I was also a different me in the embarrassing story below. Yet despite the many versions of me, I'm constrained to those limited roles. Wiggle out of a ro
Random thoughts from my life's experience meant to inspire, but just a little bit.