Welcome to My Haus
I had an ordinary day. I woke up. Got dressed. Went to work. Nothing particularly interesting happened there. I ran errands. I ate. I read. I threw on a show. I brushed my teeth, showered, climbed into bed, and went to sleep. Tomorrow will probably look somewhat similar. There will be no photographs commemorating today. … Read more
Some men see an F-150, a Ram, or a Tundra and turn to mush. Some see a Charger, a Corvette, or a Bugatti and their heart starts racing. Me? I see a Subaru Outback and think, “Whoa, that’s sick!” At 38, I’ve become a wagon guy. My younger self would be horrified. “A wagon? Seriously? … Read more
There are things on my calendar I start dreading days in advance. Social gatherings where I barely know anyone. First dates that could become painfully awkward. Meetings that probably could’ve been emails. My natural instinct is to mentally live through the entire thing before it even happens. I imagine every awkward silence, every uncomfortable conversation, … Read more
I hate goals. I hate the word. I hate the premise. Maybe it comes from reading self-help books when I was younger. Every one of them said the same thing: You NEED goals! They need to be SMART! Anyone without goals is LOST! SET your goals! WRITE them down! LOOK at them every day! If … Read more
I’ve tried them all. Strawberry. Raspberry. Blackberry. Artisan berry blends that cost more than smashed berries have any business costing. And yet, I keep coming back to the same thing: Grape jelly. Not jam. Not preserves. Jelly. Gelatinous. Purple. Perfect. Every once in a while, I convince myself that I should upgrade. Maybe develop a … Read more
For years, I hid behind fitness. I trained constantly. I obsessed over food. I consumed an absurd amount of fitness content—and bought an absurd number of fitness courses. My poor wallet. I even worked as a personal trainer for a while (no, not a job I would recommend). I skipped opportunities because they might interfere … Read more