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
It’s one of our favorite things to do: blow off the day and go to Six Flags.
For me, it’s a way to remember I’m alive, that I’m in control of my destiny, and that I value fun, awakedness, and spontaneity more than the other stuff.
For her… well, I̵… Read more...
I got lucky. Or the opposite.
Whatever… I’ve created a mechanism that draws people to me who are in a dilemma and ready for something new.
And they ask me with the passion and wonder of a child shouting to the ocean,
“What should I do?”
What a gift: to be brou… Read more...
I’m a pretty calm dude. I’ve always been this way, but it’s a talent I become more and more proud of as and enter middle age.
Life is hard. Adults have more responsibilities than time, more aspirations than years on a calendar. There’s always a good reason … Read more...
A creative writing professor once told me, “If you’re bored with one of your characters, try giving ’em a beard.” It became a thing. When something was off in one of our stories, he’d slam the paper down and yell out “Give ’em a beard!… Read more...
Epiphanies can be deceiving.
Once we figure out the way – Eureka! I’ve found it! – we tend to disregard all other paths. It feels good for a while but, in the fog of euphoria, we stop looking around. Holding tightly to our compass, we become crotchety.
Simply by t… Read more...
We’d just seen “Annie” in the Presidio, her first real production so she was pretty wired even though it was 10 o’clock at night.
On a whim, I decided to drive her by her mom’s old apartment in lower Pac Heights.
“The white one?”
“Yup.… Read more...
There are good people everywhere.
Better than that.
Everyone is changing,
like the glint of the sun reflected on the ocean:
a thousand slivers of light
wiggling gently
taking shape,
disbanding,
coming back together,
And, each one of us,
A god for all the others.
With the vibrations in our v… Read more...
In 9th grade, I was generously forced into journaling by my English teacher. In college, I eventually found my way into a short-fiction class, and was sold. I wrote all the time, was working on stories all the time, daydreaming about my characters, while real-world people talked … Read more...
How noble is it to fight for the status quo, when you’re the one who is benefiting from it the most?
How courageous is it to follow the ideas, the rules, and the body you were born into?
Isn’t it braver and more admirable to walk into the wind, to stand up at the dinner… Read more...
They say the squeaky wheel gets the oil.
I guess that means I get no oil.
That’s okay.
When I’m looking for a gutter cleaner or a floor refinisher, I try and be as nice and accomodating as possible.
Have to call me back? No problem. Can’t fit me in this week? That&#… Read more...