Are you getting everything you can out of this life?
A self-less, feel-good blog about love, life, and work by career coach and existential adventurer, Cliff Flamer
I love to party. Always have.
And I’ve come to love partying so much, I even love the day after the party.
Molls and I will be laying in bed, slowly waking up, a little groggy, voice hoarse from shouting and singing all night. The both of us, laying on our backs, recycling th… Read more...
I think we know too much about each other.
Or rather, I think we know too much about people we don’t really even want to know.
I moved out of my hometown for a reason.
I love some of the folks there, and I appreciate that it shaped me into who I am, but the place itself wasn&… Read more...
I was making a right at the 7-Eleven. It was still sunny out, so I had both windows rolled down. I was in a good mood, headed to Trader Joe’s to (finally) pick up some olive oil, eggs, and milk so we could (finally) get back to having a normal breakfast.
There wasn’t a… Read more...
Instant replays are all over the World Cup now.
We can roll back the tape to reevaluate history in real-time.
Baseball is doing this new thing where they allow the players to challenge the umpire’s call by tapping their helmet. I first saw it in the minor leagues, but it̵… Read more...
My oldest daughter loves to pack for trips.
I asked her what’s so great about it, and she said, “It makes me think about what I need, so I think about being there, and so it’s like I’m already there.”
Not bad, kid.
If we think about packing as visualizi… Read more...
Squirming on the couch like a fish out of water, Hazel let out the refrain I knew was coming, the words all kids have howled out to their parents in a torturous tone:
“I’m sooooo BORED.”
Okay.
I, on the other hand, was not.
I’d just finished trimming the folia… Read more...
I got a dad who acted like a backhoe operator on Sunday mornings to scoop us up out of bed and carry us to the bathroom to brush our teeth.
I got a dad who, when he watched cartoons with us on the family room floor, laughed out loud so hard that he would buckle over with an elbow … Read more...
Your life is a great work of art.
It is one of a kind, twisting and turning, some of it intentional, some of it spontaneous, some of it luck. You’ve spent years on it.
So, when it shatters into hundreds/thousands/millions of pieces, it is devastating, to say the least.
Our bod… Read more...
It feels good. For them, and for you.
You become more connected to others. Mom, tell me how you met dad.
You live longer.
You can do things you didn’t think you could before.
You are capable of surprising yourself, which, regardless of timing or magnitude, is always a gift.
Lov… Read more...
I had a dream about my grandpa last night.
(In line with how most dreams go, it was weird.)
We were in Chicago. No idea how I knew that.
We passed a mini golf course, and I commented on how cool it looked.
“That’s the golf course I saw on TV. It has the longest putt in th… Read more...