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Confessions of a Broken Tool

Just Stop

When the storm finally hits and the ground is genuinely obscured by the snow, the irrationally hectic rhythms of life finally come to a stop. It feels like the earth just grabs us by the face and gets right up in our grill and says, “Dude… just stop.” (…)
Waiting… and Working

I’ve done a lot of waiting in my life. I’m getting a lot more practice right now. (…)
May Day or Mayday

As I was turning over the page on the calendar to look at what’s on the horizon, I had to go look at the history of May Day. It’s not a particularly fascinating backstory, but I couldn’t help but wonder what the connection might be with the distress call that we hear in movies when… (…)
A Check Up

Getting on the scale with a nurse standing there waiting for the number may be humiliating. The possibility (or likelihood) of needing to get undressed can ramp up our anxiety. I sometimes wonder how accurately the blood pressure reading can be when we are in such an uncomfortable situation. (…)
Sign the Blank Check

The phrase, “a blank check,” is described by the Cambridge Dictionary as “the authority and the freedom to do whatever you decide is necessary or best.” (…)

Just Stop