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
Her church was the first to call.
“She’s forgetting things.”
It was sort of blamey, at least that’s how I took it — me, one of two sons, 22 hours away. Or two flights and a long shuttle ride, which has to be coordinated ahead of time.
The last time I we… Read more...
Everyone loves Molly.
If you’ve met her, then you agree.
We can’t walk a block without some serendipitous meeting. Yesterday, we were in a HomeGoods parking lot 3 cities away, and we ran into someone cutting across the credit union drive-thru. She gets along with everyo… Read more...
I founded my company on optimism. It’s who I am.
But even the BrightSide gets dark now and then.
And when it does, I try my best to welcome the darkness. It’s coming whether you want it to or not. There’s much to discover in the darkness.
But it’s not a place to spend a … Read more...
Although I was hoping for it to happen all week, it sort of happened organically.
“Ow!” I heard Evaline say through the wall, which made me stop typing.
She came into my office.
“I stepped on a tack. Do you still have that cup of thumbtacks?”
I pointed to my c… Read more...
I was just about to sit down and look up the latest political nightmare when I got the text I’d been waiting for.
“Okay. We’re back.”
I threw on my shoes and ran down my steps. As I hit the sidewalk and saw their dusty car sticking halfway out of the garage … Read more...
Everyone knows the saying “Don’t Know What you Got ‘Til It’s Gone.”
But here’s a new one, something that’s equally universal but with a positive spin.
Don’t Know What You Need ‘Til it’s Here.
Often times we go dark and get … Read more...
It’s hard to live.
Our brains are well-developed. We’re a thinking species; not always a good thing. We’re a long way from being content just sitting on a mossy rock. After 5 minutes of one thing, we feel an urge to move on, to find a reason to make us grow. And … Read more...
He preferred to fish from the shore, his toes in the mud, the whole of the lake in front of him. His rod didn’t change much over the years. And why would it? He was the best fisherman in town, perhaps the country.
Then came the nets.
The first one pulled out thousands of fish… Read more...
I finally got rid of my college anxiety dreams, the ones where I can’t find my class on the first day, or where I lose my schedule and don’t know where to go, or how I failed to realize I enrolled in a class and still had to sit for the final exam…
It was hard to… Read more...
On the last day of packing up my childhood home, I rubbed my hand along the molding that held all of the hash marks of our heights through the years. And with the sight of each penciled-in slash, that feeling of a ruler on my crown.
And shoes… shoes are so hard to throw away… Read more...