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
“You’re an artist.”
He said it as a compliment, albeit a bit surprised to see me in this way. Me, the guy writing his resume.
I was busy brainstorming job titles with him. I came up with some ideas he hadn’t thought of. But the real artistry is the fact that… Read more...
LGBTQIA is a mouthful. It takes a while to say it. It’s a commitment to go all the way through it in a conversation
And when I do (which is always), I’m not doing it to be righteous or to prove my wokeness. I’m not doing it to push my agenda or be seen as a certa… Read more...
Is a writer who doesn’t write still a writer?
Is a musician who doesn’t play still a musician?
What about a filmmaker? If they’re not making films, are they still a filmmaker?
In other words, does being an artist run deeper than the deliverables?
Are artists walking… Read more...
The radio people love to ask provocative questions.
This time, they asked if people could go back to college, would they? And what would they do differently?
The answers generally fell into 2 categories:
1) Party more.
2) Party less.
So, what about me? Would I go back?
My immediate th… Read more...
Sometimes I feel like I was dropped on the wrong planet, born into the wrong species.
I am a butterfly among birds, living trustfully by the lessons I received at birth.
I flutter instead of soar. I chase rainbows instead of treasure.
With reverence for the wind and warmth, I swoop … Read more...
AI has made cheating almost irresistible for students: to be able to get a 10-page paper done in 30 seconds is certainly tempting. There are some subjects students just don’t care to learn; they just want to get that grade (B is fine), check the box, and move along. I had c… Read more...
Anxiety is a trapped THOUGHT in a straight jacket banging against the walls of your mind, trying to get out.
It’s relentless, constantly moving, and doesn’t care what time it is.
When the outside world gets quiet, the banging and slamming and SCREAMING get louder.
The mo… Read more...
We were deep into it; I was talking with my hands, sitting there at our wobbly table on the sidewalk amongst the other wine drinkers at dusk.
Three young women, no more than 20, with hip, baggy clothing and patches of skin showing here and there, approached our table, one of them … Read more...
I often say inappropriate things. I can baffle and offend. I confuse people.
My mind skips around. I connect strange dots. It’s a blessing and curse.
To be odd and unexpected.
Still, I speak freely. Less analysis upfront means less stress in conversations and more brain power … Read more...
When I was in 5th grade, I wore my mom’s clip-on earrings to school.
Actually, they were my gramma’s earrings, that kind of old, decorative jewelry with the plastic jewels where the metal doesn’t really shine.
It wasn’t meant to be a statement. I just kinda … Read more...