I’ve spent thousands of hours at this computer. Different blogs, posts, endless tweaking. But something feels blocked. At 57, I’ve never bought a new vehicle. The effort is real—so what’s missing? Kyle Mechlinski’s video hit me: What if we’re building without the right foundation?
What’s the normal thing you’ve never been able to do that you still think about?
Not the yacht. Not the mansion. I’m talking about the ordinary thing that many people take for granted. The thing that would make your everyday life different in some quiet way.
Ten or so years ago, I was paranoid about privacy. Who was tracking me? What were they doing with my data? But along the way, something shifted. Maybe it’s just getting older—all that vigilance started feeling exhausting. I realized you’re either completely off the grid, or you’re on it.
AI hasn’t given me less screen time—it’s sucked me in deeper. But what it has given me is better use of that time. Less administrative struggle, more space for writing that might help someone feel less alone.
Have you ever loved someone, tried your best, stayed loyal—and still watched them leave because you couldn’t give them what they needed? Sometimes what people genuinely need doesn’t match what you can genuinely provide—no matter how much you both care.
It’s 3 AM and I’m awake again. Not because I’m anxious or worried—because my mind is buzzing with blog tasks. Is this devotion, or is this becoming something else? I’m thinking about whether I need to shower before going to 7-Eleven. When did that become a question?
Death keeps showing up in life’s later chapters. What if it isn’t the end? Thousands of people who’ve actually died describe leaving their bodies and finding something waiting. Maybe we don’t need to be so scared.
Good memories from your twenties. That worn toolbox that still works. Dreams you’re building. Stuff you just haven’t dealt with yet. What are you holding onto and why?
“Shut up. Suit up. Show up.” The slogan on my fridge reminds me to keep functioning and stay focused. But this blog exists because honest talking matters too.
How do you actually balance dealing with challenges and getting on with life?
Well-meaning friends say I’ll “find the right woman.” But the pressure to pursue romance has lifted, and I don’t miss it. I feel relieved for no longer being in a game I never particularly enjoyed playing.
How about you? Are you a player?