I really like living alone. Coming and going as I please. Waiting too long to do laundry and keeping a spotless kitchen ( Read more... )

I met a man who works from home like I do. Goes crazy in the solitude like I do. Travels a lot for work like I do ( Read more... )

Bought tighter pants. Suddenly, acts of chivalry have tripled.

Doors held open, seats surrendered, smiles and greetings offered from every direction.

In a rare moment of clarity at the close of a near-perfect weekend, I realize that this is a great life. And I get to be the director.

Less brooding. More skiing in the sun above the clouds.

Living alone is starting to feel right. Now that the project in 18 pieces is on the wall and not the floor. I like the look of it. The place is starting to resemble... me. And that was the point ( Read more... )

The weekend is two days out of seven. That's less than 29% of your life.

What are you doing with the other 71%?

And the words in the chorus change again. This song is slower, sweeter. Calms the nerves. It's the perfect antidote to last week's pounding keys. They're finally starting to subside ( Read more... )

We have redefined it not as a problem but as a habit. I like that.

If I'm going to make resolutions in 2010 (and I think this year merits a few) then maybe I should start practicing my self-control now ( Read more... )

"There will be people in your life who, for one reason or another, don't like you ( Read more... )