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
Just what is the metric for True Love?
I think I figured it out.
My wife went away for a week and, when I was presented with the opportunity of limitless action movies on Netflix, I chose to watch 2 romatic comedies in a row.
Damn, that’s even hard to write down.
But wonderful … Read more...
My dad suggested I get my car detailed. Trust me, he said, it’ll be like new.
He was right.
I swear it drives like new. My wife thinks so too.
That’s some strange psychology.
If I wash my keyboard, will it click faster? If I make my bed, will I sleep better?
Appearance can … Read more...
I chose “Group Meditation” on my meditation app today.
What’s that even mean?
I sat alone in my chair in the dark in my little corner of the world. The guided meditation was pre-recorded, so the leader wasn’t even there.
When I closed my eyes, I didn’t… Read more...
I grew up on Hip Hop, studied Yo! MTV Rap videos with my brother to learn how to move, bought the albums, mouthed the lyrics on the bus.
The lyrics. Yikes.
I was singing “Poison” by Bel Biv DeVoe the other day – a seemingly benign recitation… And then I got … Read more...
Years ago, in my twenties, back when I hid my tears, I found myself lodged between the screams of my mother and my girlfriend. We’d driven up from San Francisco to my grandpa’s house where now only my mom lived.
We chose an Italian restaurant. At dinner, my girlfriend … Read more...
I woke up yesterday, was wide awake. I had ideas that needed to get out, creative energy asking for daylight.
But my arm was under my wife. I gave a slow pull but she didn’t respond. She was out.
So I laid there.
For an hour.
I thought about things, worked some stuff out. She s… Read more...
I’ve always had trouble saying I love you.
It was a thing with girlfriends: me not being able to say it.
I don’t think I’m alone in this.
We can write it down well, we send shiny red hearts over the Internet, we drop it into the end of a p… Read more...
It was Christmas morning and a thought was forming
inside my little-boy brain,
as I lay in a heap of wrapping so deep
my heart felt a little pain.
“Mama, I’m sorry” my voice was quite jarring.
“With presents I’ve come up short.
“You gave me a ton and … Read more...
I often wonder how I got with my wife.
We’re super compatible in so many ways.
And yet, I must admit, I originally noticed her at that barbecue
because she was hot.
Well, maybe there was more to it.
She wore blue jeans not a skirt.
Boots not heels.
She was working the room (or th… Read more...
Exactly a year ago, I wrote a post about a Moth at my Window.
The moth, in being attracted to the light of my computer screen, flew into a spider web and nearly died — would have been eaten by the spider— had I not turned off my screen. I cast myself as the hero in tha… Read more...