I haven’t found any logical progression in grief. I don’t know what stage I’m in now. Is there a stage that feels like a normal walk through the living room interrupted by the staggering pain of stepping barefoot on a stray Lego? That’s the one I’m in. Small memories of…
The following is a special triathlon public service announcement:
There are a few people out there wishing they had half my motivation. I’m quite happy to accept these comments as compliments at 4:00 in…

I’m Alex, the creator and author behind this blog. I’m a wonderer.