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  • Resolutionpalooza: My New Toy

    Chill Frog. East Georgia State College Campus. May 10, 2012. iPhone 4 with macro lens. Photo by yours truly.

    For you four faithful readers who’ve read this far…you know that one of my resolutions this year was engage in more creative endeavors.

    I’ve always enjoyed photography. After college, I worked for a small-town newspaper (The Advance in Vidalia, if any of you care) and learned how to shoot photos on a Nikon FM-2, a completely manual SLR camera. My early photos were terrible, but over time, I got better at playing with light and angles and adjusting the shutter speed and aperture to get depth and interest in my photographs.

    Since then, I’ve worked exclusively in marketing, but I’ve been sent to take photos in New Orleans, in Romania and in Canada. Always a blast. For some reason, though, I never had one of the old manual cameras for myself. I haven’t remedied that yet, but it’s on the list.

    However, when I got my first iPhone, I bought an Olloclip — clip-on fisheye, wide and macro lenses that popped onto your phone. That phone and those lenses reignited my love of photography. It was like carrying around a full photography bag that fit in my pocket.

    When I decided to be intentional about photography again, I went looking for the current model of Olloclip. Sadly, the company is defunct, but I was able to find an excellent lens set I started playing with last night.

    For those who would like to check it out, it’s the Xenvo Pro Lens set (using my affiliate link). I’m really enjoying this lens set so far. If you have questions, feel free to leave a comment. I didn’t want to take a bunch of pictures of the product (this ain’t that kinda blog), but I do want you to see some of the photos this macro lens took (haven’t played as much with the wide angle yet).

    Photos include close-ups of yours truly and the salt deposits on my office brick wall. The lenses are high-quality, and the kit also includes a clip-on LED light.

    Really not bad for 40 bucks.

    I’m stoked about playing around with these lenses over the weekend. I’ve yet to catch any plants with morning dew or play with perspective using the wide-angle lens. This excitement, this urge to get out of the house and look around, is one of the main reasons I wanted to do this again.

    I know it’s still early January, and I know how these things fizzle out for most people, but for me, keeping the excitement means keeping the momentum.

    As long as I’m looking forward to it, I’m bound to keep moving forward, too.

  • Resolutionpalooza: Day 5

    I was talking to a friend not long ago about some life issues, and they finally asked, “Well…what do you want?”

    I’m ashamed to tell you I was hard-pressed to answer. I honestly didn’t know. What do I want? For myself, my future…for the years I have left?

    Writing here is part of the answer. But I still have questions, and I know that I lack the focus to address them.

    I’ve mentioned it previously, but I’ve been terrible about reading in the last year. I’ve been terrible about sitting and listening to my fairly extensive record collection. I’ve been terrible about doing anything creative at all because I lack focus.

    I get work done, but I don’t feel like it’s as thought-out and considered as some of my past work. I interact with people, but I feel like my attention jumps back and forth. If a meeting goes long, I might miss half of it because my brain is off somewhere else.

    I’ve become a dopamine junky. I’m looking for my next hit…from the television…from my phone…from junk food…wherever I can get it.

    For the last couple of mornings, I’ve been meditating for 10 or 15 minutes. It’s hit-or-miss for me right now because I’m still learning, but I’m on a mission to learn how to quiet my mind and focus my attention — how to achieve flow again.

    Flow, for those of you who haven’t been exposed to the work of Mihaly Csikszentmihalyi, is being in a state of complete immersion and focus in some activity or task, which leads to better performance and a greater sense of accomplishment.

    I’ve experienced flow in the past. It’s been a while, but I remember the experience. Writing a story and fussing over words and structure only to be transported two hours into the future. Writing code and refreshing the page to see how my changes took effect only to find I’d lost three hours doing the work. It’s a wonderful feeling to get lost in what you’re doing. I just can’t think of a time recently when it’s happened to me.

    I’d like that to change.

    I’m currently reading a book by James Doty called “Mind Magic: The Neuroscience of Manifestation and How It Changes Everything.” Back in 2013, when I first became a vegan and decided to change my life, I would read a mantra to myself every morning. It detailed who I wanted to become as if I were already that person — a writer, a better husband and father, an employee with big ideas and curiosity — a kind of manifesting exercise.

    Now, some of you will poo-poo the idea of manifesting, and if people start talking about quantum this or that, I might join you. Doty, however, delves into how the brain works, and how to take an idea from the conscious part of your brain into the subconscious part of your brain and what that means for you.

    I didn’t realize what I was doing when I read that mantra every morning, but I do know this: a year into reading that out loud every day, I was promoted to a writing position with a pay bump, and by the next year, I was the managing editor for our university alumni magazine — a dream job for me.

    I want to be a person who visualizes his future and, through meditation, focus and a sprinkle of manifestation, brings those dreams into fruition.

    Obviously, the types of dreams you’re after matter when you’re trying to manifest them into existence. I’m not manifesting a lottery win (although, can you do that? I’m willing to try!), but I do want to manifest what kind of person I can become, what kinds of goals I can accomplish, what kinds of new heights I can reach.

    This type of work starts with focus and stillness, and I have a lot to learn to accomplish either.

    Add it to the “Resolutionpalooza” list.

    Photo by Matteo Di Iorio on Unsplash

  • Resolutionpalooza: Day 4

    I talk a lot about the pandemic on here — probably too much. I’m sure a shrink would have something to say about my seeming obsession with it.

    However, I still see it as a dividing line in my life. There was me before the pandemic, and there is me after. And those two people are wildly different.

    I mention this (again) specifically because I’ve become something of a hermit. Well…let me rephrase: I have become a hermit.

    I barely go out anymore. I haven’t been inside a grocery store more than four or five times in the last year. If I do go out, it’s usually to the movie theater in town, sometimes to a restaurant if I’m with friends. Otherwise, I’m home…mostly, I’m home.

    Obviously, the “rubric” of the pandemic — being indoors, working from home, ordering groceries, avoiding people, etc. — got me started on the hermit lifestyle. Then I added DoorDash, spending entire weekends inside, on and on, until most things are now a chore.

    I could feel the change happening in me long after the world opened back up. I felt like I had to exert the greatest of strength just to make it to baseline wellbeing. It just kept getting more and more difficult.

    Today, taking a shower, getting dressed, cooking food, cleaning up, washing clothes, taking care of myself, etc., are all annoyances that I avoid. I wish it weren’t true, but sadly, it is.

    That’s why I’m on a mission to get out of my funk. I am determined this year to completely un-hermit myself.

    I’m going to make plans with my family, go on day trips with them and enjoy their company. I’m going to make plans with friends, whether it’s just going to lunch or meeting in Savannah for a night on the town. I need to air out — physically and emotionally. I’m willing to submit to accountability and social pressure to make that happen.

    I’m hoping, too, that getting back into photography will get me outside more often. The desire to take pictures might lead me to walk around Statesboro or Savannah, looking for something that sparks interest — a creative treasure hunt of sorts.

    I have to do something. Something has to give.

    It’s easier, of course, to do nothing, but I can feel the weight of it now. Doing nothing is exhausting me, draining me of motivation and excitement and engagement. This is one of my most important goals this year. All the others hinge upon my ability to get out and do something.

    I’ll let you know how it goes.

    Photo by Sasha Freemind on Unsplash

  • Resolutionpalooza: Day 3

    I spent an inordinately long time searching for a theme picture for today’s “Resolutionpalooza” post. Most of them were really bony, awkward feet, and the others were photos of shirtless dudes measuring their bulging bellies.

    I’m sparing you both. This is a post about losing weight.

    One of the most detrimental combinations known to man is snacking and not moving. After the pandemic, this became my life…even after the world opened back up.

    It wasn’t long before I was piling on weight, and I felt helpless to make it stop.

    Since 2022, I’ve piled on about 100+ pounds, and I’ve basically removed any leash on what I eat — with the exception of meat. I haven’t had real meat since 2013, and I think I’d be sick if I started eating it again.

    However, it includes chips and cookies and non-dairy ice cream, pizza and fast food and M&Ms and chocolate of all sorts, popcorn and candy and gallons of Coke Zero. I eat like I’m 12 years old.

    This year, I’m determined to kick this habit. It’s going to be difficult, but I know I’m capable of doing it, and this year I’m focused on making that happen.

    You would think I would’ve tackled this sooner. In December 2024, I received my 10th cardiac stent, which should’ve included some kind of prize. Also, it should’ve included a Comedy Roast where comedians make fun of me for being an idiot with a heart condition who still eats like a frat boy.

    Alas, I have to sit with myself, be kind to myself and help me remember what it felt like to weigh more than 100 lbs. less than I do now. I walked all over the place without fear of my feet hurting or being out of breath. I was able to exercise, and stand for long periods of time. I was able to cook and clean without getting winded immediately. My clothes — most of which I really liked — used to fit me.

    Today, I’m 6’5″ tall and 335 lbs. I’m uncomfortable in my clothes. I wear oversized shirts that barely cover my belly. I’m constantly tugging at my pants to keep them up. The minute I enter a room, I’m searching for a place to sit.

    I don’t want to get old before I get old. I’ll turn 54 this year, and it’s the year before (statistically) a lot of men start dropping dead of heart attacks and strokes. I don’t want to be a casualty.

    I can’t rely on meds and supplements alone to fix my heart issues. Diet, exercise, mindset, grind…it’s all part of adding a few more years to the calendar.

    I know I can do the things I set my mind to. And this year, I’m focused on being healthy again.

    I still have a lot of things I want to do. And, if I can hang on, there are several exciting new meds on the horizon that literally get rid of arterial plaque.

    I wouldn’t want to miss that.

  • Resolutionpalooza: Day 2

    Back in 2012, when I started my current job, I had a 30-minute commute to work. I would leave the house around 7:15 or so, catching the first rays of the sun.

    Stillmore Road, which took me from Stillmore, Georgia, to Highway 46 in Metter, is largely unremarkable. It’s a lot of houses, trailers, woods, a few ponds here and there. But to catch it in the morning light? It was otherworldly.

    The above photo is a picture I took with my phone during one of my morning commutes.

    I don’t know when I got out of the habit of taking photos, but I miss it, and I’m determined to be intentional about it again…not because I want to be a renowned photographer, but because the act of stopping and admiring and creating was therapeutic. It made me tap into that intuitive part of myself — something I find myself doing less and less.

    I have some friends at work that take one second of video every day of the year, and then they combine it all into one video that gives them a video record of where they were, what they were doing and who they were with. I love that, but I don’t know that I’m persistent enough to pull it off — that and it’s already the third day of the year, so I’m behind the 8-ball. I don’t know…I could give that a whirl.

    I know I want to take photos again. I want to have something that makes me look at the world around me, and in order to look at the world around me, I have to go out into the world around me. That means leaving the house. That means interacting with others. That means getting out of my funk.

    Creativity makes me happy. I love looking at all the old photos I have on Instagram. I remember the moments where I pulled over on the side of the road, risking absurd looks from my neighbors and passersby — once even having someone from Crider (a chicken canning plant) ask me what I was doing because I was taking pictures near the facility.

    The point is I want to be creative — actively creative. Taking photos, enjoying the beauty of nature or architecture or people or art, gives me joy. And the joy that comes from that fuels me to be more and to do more.

    This year, I want to create. I want to be inspired. I want to observe. I want to record.

  • Resolutionpalooza: Day 1

    This time of year, I feel like the pundits and self-help gurus do a gajillion think pieces on why you shouldn’t make resolutions in the new year.

    But they usually replace “resolutions” with something that’s basically resolutions, but somehow technically different…not resolutions but realizations…not resolutions but attainable goals…not resolutions but systems…etc. etc.

    I’m just realizing that if I’m going to do anything this year worth doing, I need to have a list of what I want to do and why I want to do it. I’m a big believer in the “why” of it all. If your why isn’t strong enough, if you can’t imagine a better future, if you can’t picture how a life change will make things remarkably different, you won’t stick with it.

    And for me, I need something to aim at. So, I’ll take ’em one thing at a time, one time a day. For one, it’ll give me something to write each day. For another, writing out my “why” will help me understand its importance.

    The first thing I want to do this year — MUST do, even — is get off my phone. My screen time this unfinished week is an average of 5 hours, 12 minutes PER DAY. That’s obscene. That’s time I can’t get back. On Tuesday, Dec. 30, I was on my phone for SEVEN HOURS in ONE DAY. That’s a full day’s work. I spent it staring at my screen.

    I cannot imagine the number of neurons I killed in that session, can’t imagine how much dumber I came away from that dopamine-fueled haze.

    Each year, I set a goal to read 30 books or more. I’ve been doing it since 2014. I can only think of one or two years where I aimed for less, but inevitably, I went above and beyond, sometimes reading more than 40 books for the year.

    To be a writer, you have to be a reader. No two ways about it.

    This year? I read 18 books. And out of those 18 books, 6 were comic books. I only read 12 novel-length books.

    I know I’ve been apathetic. I haven’t been as engaged as I was in the past. I used to enjoy learning, used to love getting engrossed in stories. Now I’m thinking about stories…on Instagram…or reels…or YouTube shorts. I’m a short-form content junky — restless and frenetic.

    And if I’m not diving down the rabbit hole of content, I’m playing games. I play Sudoku and this Wood Block Puzzle thing, and every morning, I play Wordle and Bandle. I tell myself it’s to keep my brain sharp, and to an extent, it does. However, it’s more and more hours on my phone, and I’d like to get to where I’m on it maybe an hour or two max per day.

    I have a lot of work to get there.

    I was thinking about Bo Burnham’s mini-tirade on social media recently. I watched it again today. He’s always been so prescient about social media and its infestation in our lives. This video is three minutes long. It’s worth your time.

    Don’t get me wrong…not everything I watch is pointless. I interact with content that is inspiring, encouraging, informative and challenging. But I also see a ton of AI slop, reaction videos, dumb, recycled jokes from content creators, all trying to copy one another, useless violence, political debates, division and general chaos.

    I want to be able to focus again — to block out the world and immerse myself in a story, whether fiction or not, that teaches me empathy and makes me look at the world differently.

    I want that for myself this year, and it starts with less time affixed to a screen.

    Photo by Ian Schneider on Unsplash

  • Sucking vs. Skipping

    I promise I’m going to explain this headline in a minute, but first…

    I wasn’t ready for how quickly Christmas passed this year.

    I worked a good chunk of Christmas Eve and hadn’t wrapped my brain around the holidays. Before I knew it, I was wrapping presents, making sure they were set around the tree, going to bed, and waking up Christmas morning.

    It felt like whiplash, and just like that, the day was over.

    Since then, I’ve been resisting in my own pointless way. My wife and I have been watching Christmas movies as recently as last night. Honestly, I’ll probably continue this holiday movie marathon until we’re forced to take down the tree.

    In the meantime, though, I’d like to be ready for the New Year. Hence, the revival of this blog and its re-inaugural post.

    Truth be told, I don’t feel like I’ve been ready for the New Year in quite a long time. After the pandemic, I began shutting down in a way I never imagined, and the effects lingered long after the world opened up again. In fact, I could probably count on one hand the number of times I’ve been inside a grocery store this year.

    So, while I’m watching Christmas movies, hanging on to the holidays as tightly as possible, I’m also thinking about this New Year and what I’d like it to be.

    Albert Einstein said that in order to have a happy life, you have to tie it to goals instead of people or things. I can’t remember the last goal I made for myself, and the farther from any goals I get, the less and less meaning I feel like I have in my life.

    Which brings me here.

    Writing is a way for me to process the world, to understand what I’m thinking, and to fulfill an intrinsic goal that is fundamentally a part of who I am. If I’m not writing, I’m thinking about how I’m not writing.

    But it’s not just about writing, it’s about controlling a little corner of my world. Here, in this little corner, I’ve exercised my authority. I’ve overcome apathy. I’ve cared and curated and expressed in this place where AI isn’t welcome.

    It’s just me and my brain and HTML/CSS.

    I’ve been dialing back on the social media lately. I was losing giant globs of time in reels, doomscrolling and brain rot. However, once in a while, I’ve come across some really good information, which leads us to our headline.

    In an interview with some self-help influencer (I forget whom), Sharran Srivastaa (whom I’ve never heard of before or since) said the following.

    “It’s okay to suck, but it’s not okay to skip. I go to the gym. I only do five minutes of elliptical. I’m out. I sucked, but I’m not skipping. So I’m reading a book and saying I’m going to read 10 pages a night. Maybe I’ll read one page that night. It’s okay to suck, but it’s not okay to skip. Because when you start skipping, it’s really easy to fall off. “

    In my estimation, I haven’t spent enough time making sure this post doesn’t suck. But I didn’t skip. I’d like to make that a habit — not because I want to be an influencer or make this place into a moneymaker, but just because it’s good for my soul.

    It means I’m being intentional. It means I’m pursuing a goal. It means — even in a small way — I’m living on purpose.

    Merry Freakin’ Christmas to those who continue to celebrate.

    Photo by Unseen Studio on Unsplash

  • Four Lessons for Creatives from The Beatles

    Seems like some people are split on “Get Back,” the six-hour documentary on The Beatles.

    However, it doesn’t matter if you found it boring or fascinating. Whether you watched all six hours or barely made it past the first episode, I’m here to tell you it’s a masterclass on the creative process.

    If you aren’t a Beatles fan, you might need a little context. Most of the songs the lads are fiddling with on “Get Back” were recorded specifically for the album “Let It Be,” but you get to hear nuggets of songs that ended up on the seminal “Abbey Road” album as well.

    I would recommend taking some time to listen to those albums in their entirety before sitting down to watch the documentary. It’s important to get a sense of how complete and beautiful many of those songs are before you see these musicians picking and plonking their way through the melodies.

    And while I loved to see the myths of the band’s demise dispelled — particularly the notion that it was all Yoko’s fault — the absolute best part of this documentary is what we can learn about the creative process from these master musicians.

    I don’t know about you, but I struggle with process as a writer. I’m either avoiding it, struggling to get words on the page, or just moving at a snail’s pace because I’m second-guessing every sentence (which is why I’ve rewritten this post twice already).

    No matter if you create music or write or create content, here are some priceless takeaways from these six hours of Beatles footage.

    First drafts ALWAYS suck. Always.

    In Part 1, we learn the group has the better part of two weeks to come up with songs for a live album that will also be a television special, presumably to be played in Libya. No pressure, right?

    They jump straight away to sharing songs with one another. Paul shares the core of “I’ve Got A Feeling,” as well as “Two of Us.” John shares some ideas for “Don’t Let Me Down.” At times they’re just playing and shouting chords at each other. John is just kind of testing melodies and harmonies or making up words. The rest of the band is just kind of strumming through. Ringo is playing a straight beat just to get a feel for where the changes are. In short, it’s trash. They sound like amateurs.

    This is where people on Twitter have said things like, “this is so boring,” and “who would want to watch people doing this?”

    Just stick around, Karen. They figure it out. But first, they have to just get a sense of what it is. And to do that, they have to just get it down, trash and all.

    So do you. Get it on paper. Record it on your phone. Do what you have to to get the nucleus of the idea, and accept that it’s going to suck.

    Don’t forget to PLAY.

    As I watched footage of the most legendary band in history, I was struck by how much they would just aimlessly jam. John or Paul would just launch into a song like “Blue Suede Shoes,” and everyone would join in. They’d start singing it in Scottish accents. John and Paul did a full take of “Two of Us” clenching their teeth like ventriloquists and not moving their mouths.

    It seemed like absolute chaos at times. But in that play, they were learning to trust each other, tighten up as a band, get a different perspective on melodies or harmonies.

    As creatives, we can often approach our work as drudgery, especially if we’re stuck or don’t know where to go next. Authors, play a “What if?” game with your characters, and come up with wild ways you could advance the story. Songwriters, try your song as a rap, or play the entire song on a kazoo.

    Play around, let your mind run wild, and see what you come up with.

    Turn off your INNER EDITOR!

    In six hours of footage, I can’t recall one time that anyone said, “That’s not a good idea for a song.” In Part 3, Ringo is playing around on the piano with the melody for “Octopus Garden,” one of his sillier contributions to “Abbey Road.” George hears him messing around and immediately picks up his guitar to start making suggestions about how the melody could go.

    He doesn’t discourage him. He doesn’t say, “This sounds like a kiddie song!” He just jumps in.

    All of them have turned their editors off in the early sessions. They’re feeling their way through songs, and they know that editing isn’t needed yet.

    One of my biggest weaknesses as a writer is that I can be a horrible perfectionist, which keeps me from writing at all. Killing that editor is a must if we’re going to make creative work.

    Don’t be afraid of FEEDBACK

    One of the highlights of “Get Back” is to watch as keyboard player Billy Preston visited Apple Studios to see his friend George Harrison. They ask him to jam with them on a couple of songs, and his input changes everything. He jams on “Get Back” and adds piano flourishes that take the song light-years beyond what it was. As he plays, you can see The Beatles’ faces light up and literally watch their enthusiasm ignite.

    Sometimes, as creatives, we’re too precious about our work. We’re afraid of collaborating or getting feedback because we’re afraid someone won’t like what we’ve done, or maybe we’re afraid of changing the work.

    Being open to feedback, having other eyes and ideas on our work could be the thing to make it truly great.

    Whether you’re a Beatles fan or not (and why aren’t you?), the documentary is absolutely worth the watch. It’s beautiful and sad and instructive and life-affirming.

    And it made me want to break out the laptop and start getting words on paper.

    I hope it does the same for you.