I like to think there is a certain credibility that goes along with tattooing personal beliefs on the body. A certain conviction that emboldens ones mantra and being. I hope that’s true, anyways, or Nancy* was definitely right and justified in removing me from her will… I just say that, though—and lead with it—because that
I’m eleven years old and I’m playing soccer. It is halftime, and Nancy and Pam brought orange slices. As a team we are trailing 2 to 1. This is a big game—the Supershots have no chance at a division title if we lose this one. Coach Doug and Coach Bruce are leading an impassioned speech,
Jesus, the guy gets one tattoo and now he’s breaking down classic psychology. Blow me. … I know. You’re right in thinking that. You’re a dick, but you’re right. Who cares. “Flow” is a book about optimal experience. The book encapsulates everything relevant and needed to achieve that optimal experience whereas the word itself is
A pained resignation, audible as a sigh, was all I got. Nancy was over it. When my mom found out about my tattoo—pretty substantially placed on the right arm and shoulder—I anticipated some fireworks. I anticipated them, and, really, kind of wanted them. But I didn’t get any. My name wasn’t removed from any will
Daily Wins It’s important to win every day. … I hope that opening line grabbed you. I’m going to assume it did. That’s a win for me. … Typically when you hear the term “moral victory”, you picture athletically challenged kids–nerds–and you picture them getting participation trophies. “Everybody-wins” probably also comes to mind. You
