My Year Writing

"There is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside of you." Maya Angelou

Category: Writing


The car on the opposite side of the road stopped. It was a jeep, or maybe a caravan, the hours that have passed have made the vehicle unmemorable. There was a canoe/kayak on top, it was red. A man, in his sixties, with a pony tail, started to get out of the car. “There are cars behind you.” My friend, who was driving, said. 

“I don’t care.” He whispered, stern but gentle. He kissed her. He returned to his car and drove away. I, confused by the fifteen second interaction, waited for the director to say ‘cut.’ We must be in a movie? 

“That was the most romantic thing I’ve ever seen.” I said to my friend. My friend laughed. “A guy just stopped in the middle of the fucking road, got out of his car and kissed you and then left.” I looked out the window again, still no movie cameras. 

I looked down at my phone and swiped to my OkCupid App. “My OkCupid app says that there are no matches for me, and you have a fucking guy stopping in the middle of the road to kiss you?” I repeated again, my friend laughed again. I’m good at taking my disappointment about my lack of relationships and turning into humor. It’s what I do. Of course I do know that it’s really all on me. I don’t blame my problems on other people. The truth is that I don’t have that many problems. I have a job. I can eat pretty much whenever/whatever I want, which is why I have a weight problem. I digress. 

I’m thinking about these things a few hours later as I’m pacing my friends dock, trying to get my steps in on my Fitbit. My two other friends are on the pontoon boat attached to the dock, they are making up songs but trying to sing in unison. If people saw the wackiness of a forty something year old man pacing a dock to his pedometer would reach 10k steps and two woman singing gibberish on the boat I wonder what they would think. It’s like a scene out of The Cuckoo’s Nest. 

A friend, co-worker, mentor last week told me a mantra that I’ve been repeating to myself, ‘I’m too blessed to be stressed.’ It’s a funny line but if you say it over and over again, which I have for the past week, you realize that it’s true. From the romantic moment in the car, to reaching my 10k steps, to the final boat ride of the night I realize how blessed I am. 

I’m still keeping an eye out for those movie cameras… 


Haiku 178

My legs and back hurt.

Help me please chiropractor.

Yes, Tempurpedic.

Haiku 177

Stand up comedy, 

how do I write the good jokes?

Not write the mean ones?

Haiku 176

Why do I eat you? 

Maple glazed butter pecan blondie,

I will regret you.

Haiku 175

Should I cut my hair? 

Yum, macaroni and cheese.

My stomach hurts now.

Haiku 174

Did she try a kiss?

 Why don’t I let it happen?

Listen to your heart.

Haiku 172

Happy who I am. 

We should all feel the same way.  

No need to argue. 

Haiku 169

Results don’t matter.

Put your love into the world.

That’s your greatest gift.

Haiku 167

Actors and awards,

living their dreams and ours dreams.

Do we really care?

Haiku 159

You define beauty.

People can think what they want.

You must prove them wrong.


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