A former boss once said to me around Christmas time, “I’m not sure if you’re the kind of person who measures your years by calendar years or birthdays, but…” and went on to tell me how much I had grown in the previous calendar year as an employee. I probably should have paid more attention to the… Continue reading How Do You Measure A Year?
“The great man is he who in the midst of the crowd keeps with perfect sweetness the independence of solitude.” – Ralph Waldo Emerson The first step to getting help is admitting you have a problem. So here I am saying “I HAVE A PROBLEM”. His name? FOMO. This summer I have… Continue reading Socially Overcommitted
“What will I talk about? Will I seriously have to lie on a couch? Will she ask me pointed questions or am I expected to talk the whole time – unprompted?! Is this just a paycheck to her or is she actually going to listen to me and care about this situation? More importantly,… Continue reading This is Just Therapy
It all began with empathy. I lost myself in the midst of putting on the views of others. Their glasses of hatred plastered, soldered to their faces. They haven’t known your love – they fear it. They haven’t seen your creation. But you teach that empathy, to be in the world, to immerse ourselves… Continue reading The Dangers of Empathy
Two years ago I didn’t know a majority of the people in these photos. I was floundering. I didn’t have much of a community and I was very unsure about Los Angeles and especially about my place within it. I knew I was called here, but why? In what capacity? This week I’m reminded of… Continue reading A New Home
Look Past. Look past his face, the fear in his eyes, the smirk that doesn’t align. Look past the tint of her skin and the chip that proudly adorns her shoulder. Look past his age – the wrinkles and all the misconceptions and truths that lie in the folds. The dark secrets beneath his ignorance.… Continue reading Look up. Look Past.
When I first moved to L.A., I pretty much hated it. The traffic, the smog, the high rent, the aggressive drivers, the 18 million people, the industry, everything. But after scrooging it up for two years, I knew something had to change. In the summer of 2014, I woke up in the middle of the… Continue reading Community with a Capital “C”