Notes from the Post-it Wall | Week of July 13, 2025
The reward is always greater when it’s celebrated in a puddle of your blood, sweat, and tears.
When the Struggle Ends
Life is always about to end. One day it will. Before that, it’s just loss in installments.
I Believe… [Patricide, Anyone?]
...that few things scar and clarify the soul more than witnessing the death of your parent. If anything screams “YOU, TOO, WILL DIE” it is that experience. How you die becomes a choice but only once you’ve chosen how you live.
Notes from the Post-it Wall | Week of July 6, 2025
Mattel has released a new Barbie doll with type 1 diabetes and comes with her own glucose monitor. The next doll to be released is Meningioma Barbie. She comes with insurance, but her insurance doesn’t cover her treatment. Being released simultaneously is a Luigi Mangione doll.
Notes from the Post-it Wall | Week of June 29, 2025
The sign of a good relationship is a sore, slightly bruised pubic bone. (Heh, heh… bone…)
I Believe… [God’s Yes, And…]
...that God exists, but only as a sarcastic improv comic trapped inside a lava lamp, muttering, “Yes, and?” every time we beg for clarity.
Notes from the Post-it Wall | Week of June 22, 2025
I feel bad for the Clown Community. Talk about a marginalized group. When you do an emoji search for “funny,” the clown does not appear in the results.
The Beautiful Bastardry of Consequence
We are all trapeze artists swinging between “this is incredible” and “what fresh hell is this?”
I Believe… [Illusion of Choice]
...that most people don’t actually want freedom—they want the illusion of choice between two algorithm-approved options and a coupon code for 15% off regret.
I Believe… [Keeping the Tip]
...that if being a prostitute is just ‘sex work’ then why is it awkward if your manager at the local Starbucks offers you a raise for a blow job? It’s just work, right? “I’ll have a Chai Latte and a rim job. I’ll keep the tip.”
Notes from the Post-it Wall | Week of June 8, 2025
There is no love stronger than the love a young son has for his father when the boy wants to stay up late.
Hope Has a Headboard
I might be shattered, but I’m still going to be comfortable. I might be alone, but I’m not going to sleep in a coffin.
I Believe… [Fairy Tale Finance Bros]
...that the perfect fairy tale that exemplifies the cryptocurrency movement is ‘Jack and Beanstalk.’ “Hey. Gimme that valuable animal you own and I’ll give you some magic beans.”
Notes from the Post-it Wall | Week of June 1, 2025
Priorities are terrible at taking turns.
I Like to Watch | A Tale of Two Cities (with Dancing)
Let's compare a symphony to a saxophone solo in a dive bar. Both are beautiful. Both are necessary. Both are true.
I Believe… [Hugging Ambiguity]
...that we are all trapeze artists swinging between “this is incredible” and “what fresh hell is this?” Maturity and wisdom is embracing ambiguity as your co-pilot instead of trying to stuff it in the trunk.
Notes from the Post-it Wall | Week of May 25, 2025
Just because life’s happenings don’t fit into your presumed narrative, doesn’t mean you should villainize people. Life doesn’t care about your narrative. Heed the advice a therapist once told me: “Stop scripting the future. You cannot control everyone or everything, only yourself.”
If the Art Is Important, Now Is the Time to Do It for Free
When the world is burning, you don’t sell the water. You spray it everywhere and hope some of it catches.
I Believe… [Inconvenient Kindness]
...that kindness is only virtuous when it’s inconvenient. Anyone can be nice when the cameras are on and the tip jar is full. Try being kind when it costs you something — your time, your pride, your precious moral high ground. That’s character. The rest is theater.I Believe…
On Turning 46 | Removing Gravity
Things had been heavy. The weight of failure, the weight of doubt, the weight of responsibility, the weight of disappointment, the weight of guilt, the weight of anger, the weight of annoyance. The weight of the blankets I tried to hide under. So much gravity. But this year has been a year of removing that gravity. I welcome this forty-sixth birthday with open arms and the bearable weight of still being alive and what I’ve managed to learn in the last three hundred and sixty-five days.
Never give up. Don’t stop, just start. That’s the trick. The hardest part is starting. Genius only comes to a running mind.