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Innovation.

2018-12-07T14:17:22+00:00

A friend of mine was putting on an acting workshop a while ago, and he had asked me to collect everyone’s payment leading up to the seminar, while he was out of town. His litany of instructions for collecting cash, checks; expecting delays, pushback; and other folly regarding inevitable money orders, saving the actor’s spots and other rigamarole was extensive. His email was nearly two pages long of how to navigate the entire situation, and all I could think of at the time was that his approach to the favor he had asked of me was overly analogue in what could [...]

Innovation.2018-12-07T14:17:22+00:00

Architecture.

2018-12-07T14:12:56+00:00

I took my perch high on the twentieth floor of our Florida vacation spot, anticipating the warm sunshine on my face while meditating. Before I settled in, however, my eyes landed on a flurry of fluorescent clad construction workers climbing the half-built plot nextdoor. They were putting together a nineteen story high rise resort and spa next to ours, and the progress that they had made during our thanksgiving break had been astounding. Each morning they would arrive on site, come together as an enormous group, talk, put their harnesses on, grab their tools, then ascend the skeleton structure to their [...]

Architecture.2018-12-07T14:12:56+00:00

Thanksgiving.

2018-12-07T14:08:54+00:00

I stepped into an elevator early this morning, on my way down to the gym. There was a mom with her little girl already inside, and as I reached out to punch the floor button, I felt the little one staring at my bare arm. She pointed to my scar and with all of her angelic, open-hearted, innocent compassion asked, “oh my gosh, what happened?” My mind, my heart flashed back to the razor sharp blade that cut through my dulled sense of being. Ironically, my skin seemed to be the path of least resistance to awaken my numbed, dissassociative self [...]

Thanksgiving.2018-12-07T14:08:54+00:00

Alma Mater.

2018-12-07T14:08:13+00:00

I stepped onto the campus of the University of Notre Dame this past weekend, for the first time in several years. I stayed with my beloved volleyball coach—who has just recently been inducted into the coaching Hall of Fame for her talent, hard work, her unparalleled accomplishments including playing for the U.S. national team, her phenomenal contribution to the sport of volleyball as well as her storied 24 year career as head coach of the Fighting Irish. It was more than amazing to catch up with one another. We talked about teams past, former players, coaches, trainers, injuries that still plagued, [...]

Alma Mater.2018-12-07T14:08:13+00:00

Surrender.

2018-12-07T14:07:33+00:00

“If u want to go fast, go alone, if u want to go far, go together.” —African proverb. These profound words stared up at me as I flipped through an old—and what I had mistaken for a blank—journal last night. As I looked at the old notes, the quote, my sense memory reminded me of the dynamic and emotional journey it was to write my way through that journal, and what poetry it had been to find that perfectly timed, poignant and profound proverb—an offering to make a decision for my life’s trajectory. I remember, distinctly, having holed up in my [...]

Surrender.2018-12-07T14:07:33+00:00

Art.

2018-12-07T14:06:01+00:00

Walking the cobblestone streets of Europe for the past two weeks has been magnificent enough to elicit wonder from the most hardened of people, from the most jaded corners of our personalities. While inside Gaudi’s 400-year project, the Segrada Familia, in Barcelona, I witnessed the most straight-laced, buttoned up businessman stand next to the most irritated, short-fused tourist in open-mouthed wonder as they gazed upon the stained glass, the pillars, the interior. While we were in Italy, I watched the strictest of nutrition-conscious athletes from our group dive into troughs of homemade pasta, pizza, sweets, seemingly possessed by the love and [...]

Art.2018-12-07T14:06:01+00:00

FOMO.

2018-12-07T14:05:22+00:00

The pinwheel denoting my URL refreshment spun continuously yesterday until I finally realized that I was truly out of range of the available WiFi. I had been asked to film something for a television appearance, and the date had conflicted with my trip out of the country, and I could feel myself sliding towards a fearful place of missing out on an exceptionally rare and amazing opportunity. It took me a full ten minutes of fiddling with every techy device in my possession in order to relinquish my efforts to be connected to the outside world. It would have to wait, [...]

FOMO.2018-12-07T14:05:22+00:00

Contrast.

2018-12-07T14:04:52+00:00

I was sitting in the airport waiting for my flight yesterday, thoroughly enthralled with a toddler in a stroller adjacent to me. His mother was occupied with frantically trying to organize things for their travels, while he entertained himself beside her. During the span of five minutes, this beautiful little boy ran the gamut from total despair because of losing his pacifier over the side of his stroller, to ecstatic joy in finding his thumb to take its place. It was such a simple quest from loss to infatuation to soothing satisfaction, yet it rendered a dynamic rollercoaster of emotion. It [...]

Contrast.2018-12-07T14:04:52+00:00

Sync.

2018-12-07T14:04:06+00:00

I was running around my hotel room packing yesterday, when I accidentally caught my foot on the corner of the coffee table in our suite. After being forced to stop, do some quick triage by relocating my cockeyed little toe, the full profundity of the event sunk in. It was a sign—albeit a nasty one—that I was as dislocated as my toe. For me, whenever I stub my toe, accidentally slice my finger, cut myself shaving, stumble, bump or bruise myself in some other minor injury, it is always, always a sign of me being out of alignment with my inner [...]

Sync.2018-12-07T14:04:06+00:00

Feelings from Hearings.

2018-10-05T15:00:24+00:00

As I sat in the vacant waiting room outside my most recent audition, I couldn’t help but feel its walls daring to close in on me. The Senate Judiciary Hearings for Judge Kavanaugh and Dr. Ford played silently on the television in the corner, and their mimed expressions of respective rage and terror threatened to suck the oxygen right out of the tiny room. It begun to feel dangerously close to a padded cell. I sat in anticipation of my audition, distracted by their pantomimes, pain, bombarded with similar memories of my own…and, thankfully, the whole of who I am. I [...]

Feelings from Hearings.2018-10-05T15:00:24+00:00