I blame every inspirational poster ever created for the following blog post… So the other night, in the midst of several stress dreams about work, I had one that gave me pause. First and foremost can we please discuss how horrible stress dreams about work are? First off- one dream I had just last night
Be forewarned that I am in incredibly sappy and reflective mood as I sit down to write this post. Just a few minutes ago, I signed up for the 2017 Wine and Dine Disney Two Course Challenge, the latest edition to the RunDisney Challenge family. I had skipped out on running the Inaugural Challenge in
Last weekend I returned to Plant City for the Annual Strawberry Distance Challenge presented by Astin Farms. This is my third year taking part in the event and it’s one of my favorites to take part in. With the run taking place in early February, it’s at a great point to get my head back
Hello and welcome to my final post of 2016. You know. That year that tore us all apart. Yeah. It’s finally over. 2016 was a year of worn out hearts and trembling hands. This was a year of heartbreak, loss and moments that truly felt like the end of the world. My current working theory
I was completely prepared to write something thoughtful for this evening’s post but out of left field my brain decided it was time for an anxiety attack. As my brain and I are clearly not getting along at the moment, I’m going to go ahead and make dinner and go to bed. I found an
Hi. I’m Josh and it has been 68 days since my last blog post I. Am. A. Terrible. Blogger. The worst. So bad, in fact, that I am handwriting this blog post. Mostly because I’m at a restaurant and don’t want to be that guy who brings his laptop to lunch. On the plus side,
Guys… what happens if we put a werewolf on the moon?
People like to ask what my process is when I’m writing. I don’t have a real answer so I’m gonna babble about everything I did leading up to getting ready to write today: I spent the better part of today getting some chores done around the house and I’m now settling in to my role as
It’s now 2:30am and I’m watching Frozen. My writer’s block has slowly transitioned into insomnia. I’m also hungry. Am I blogging correctly?
I have been battling with writer’s block on and off for, I don’t know, my entire life. Five years ago I set out to write my first book* and the speed with which I am accomplishing that task is comparable to a one-legged turtle, climbing uphill, in December, through molasses. Also I just learned that
Somewhere With Regret 