words to live by

I’ve been thinking a great deal, lately, about relationships.  When I use the word ‘relationship,’ I speak to all human connection, and not simply to romance, though what follows in this article, I believe, is as true for lovers as it is for friends. Recently, a person I love has become physically absent in my life.  She’s fine.  I am too.  We are making the best, I should say, of the fact that right now we live in different places.  For the moment, our paths seem to be diverging.  Recently, I went to the Adirondacks to clear my mind, or better said, to st

Each time I step closer toward a goal I’ve set for myself—each time I let myself believe I’m growing toward something important or becoming the person I want myself to be—I feel terrified.  I have no idea why this happens.  My friends, a brilliant hodgepodge of medical students and engineers, musicians and itinerant travelers, tell me not only that I’ll be fine, but that I already am.  I love them for that.  They remind me that my life is not and will not be conventional, because I’m not conventional.  I’m a weirdo.