I’m a very impulsive person. Whereas many of my friends plan their lives by the week, month, year, even five-year plan, I’ve stumbled from one thing to another with a lot of luck and a little bit of grace. …

As a 90s/00s kid, the pinnacle of my young existence was either going to Borders or Sam Goodie to buy a new CD. I remember buying such classics as Red Hot Chili Peppers’ Californication, Pink Floyd’s Animals, and Limp Bizkit’s Significant Other (hey, my taste was still developing…) and throwing…

As you might surmise from my various posts, I’m a recovering self-help addict looking to put my feet on dry land. It’s alluring to constantly read different perspectives on how to improve one’s life, but at some point the water gets murky. Which of the 568972 different morning routines suggested…

For the last decade, I’ve occasionally experienced extended bouts of depression — sometimes for weeks, sometimes for months. Emotionally, I just hit a wall and tumble into a whirlpool of negativity. First, I feel bad. Then, I feel mad at myself for feeling bad. …

Ego is a strange thing. I had trouble fully conceptualizing what ego meant in practical terms until I experienced life coaching. I’d always thought of ego as a bad thing (as in “James has a big ego”, etc.), but it also is essential to our survival as my coach often…

(photo courtesy of The Philadelphia Enquirer) I’m a notorious quitter. As an adult, I’ve started a million projects that I’ve never seen through. Learning to play piano. Writing a book. Mastering surfing. I’ve gotten a decent amount of the way through these and many other endeavors, but the second I’ve…

When I was in elementary school, my parents convinced me and my older sister that ‘stupid’ was the king of bad words. And oh, I believed it. If I accidentally called her or a friends stupid, I would quickly turn beet red and throw both hands over my mouth in…

About two-ish years ago, I started to see out-of-place ads on Instagram of a roughly thirty year-old guy jumping around, lifting weights, and talking in a fast and enthusiastic manner about “bulletproof knees”. It was a lot to take in at first, and I would quickly scroll past to see…

Every day I talk to at least one person spiraling with existential dread. When I ask friends or work connections “how are you?” I normally get “just try’na stay afloat” or a “hanging in there” or often a sarcastic “ya know, living the dream!” (as in living a pallid nightmare)…