Category: writing

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Josie’s Questions for the Institutions

Body  Why do I have to take a rest day? What would happen if I allowed consistent running of varied intensity to be my recovery system? Why do I need to eat something before I go for a run? Why do I “have to” listen to a podcast when I run? Who says that running barefoot on trails is bad for your feet? What … Read More Josie’s Questions for the Institutions

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A 5-Minute Investment into a Morning Writing Routine

I recently acquired a copy of Tim Ferriss’ Tools of Titans, and snuggling into fuzzy socks on the living room couch with a cup of matcha tea, I voraciously attacked the gigantic 670-something paged Titan. And by attack, I mean “read-30-pages, went-for-a-run, read-30-pages, went-to-class” sort of slow digestion. Think slow attack. It’s a brilliant work of art. A collaboration of great, great minds all … Read More A 5-Minute Investment into a Morning Writing Routine

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Do We Get To Be Fearless?

I get scared a lot. Scared that I’m spreading myself too thin; that I’m sacrificing quality for quantity. That I am trying to be too much for too many things. That I have too many priorities. That I have too many habits, too many rules. Scared that if I am not doing enough; I’m simply wasting time and potential. Scared that soon I’m going … Read More Do We Get To Be Fearless?

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Happy 100! Letter from the Editor and Most Memorable Posts

Dear Squadron, Hey there. You beautiful, auspiciously good-willed bellwether of a callipygian nature. You, my formidable invisible audience, have changed me over the past year and ten months. I don’t usually write for you specifically, but your very arcane presence has given me opportunities to practice authenticity, courage, vulnerability, and passion. This site doesn’t generate that many hits, I am fully aware and fine … Read More Happy 100! Letter from the Editor and Most Memorable Posts

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Being Back: Uncut

I am old, Gandalf. I don’t look it, but I am beginning to feel it in my heart of hearts. Well-preserved indeed!” he snorted. “Why, I feel all thin, sort of stretched, if you know what I mean: like butter that has been scraped over too much bread. That can’t be right. I need a change, or something. Bilbo Baggins, The Fellowship of the Ring … Read More Being Back: Uncut

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Inanimate Dealings: A Letter-Story Adventure

The following is the manifestation of Nick and I’s endeavors in crafting an improvised story through letters. The title is simply a working one, any recommendations would be duly noted and heartily appreciated. I began the campaign: it took itself over from there. –——–——–——–——–——–——–——–——–——–——- Dear Sir or Madam, I am writing to inform you of a serious complaint I have regarding your product. On … Read More Inanimate Dealings: A Letter-Story Adventure

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When Nick Comes to Town 

Soft winking clouds against a background of the sunniest midmorning blue waved hello at me as I trotted over to Jakominiplatz. It was a Saturday morning of electricity; dirndl-clad Austrians waltzed to a Accordionist as I passed the Rathaus, the Hauptplatz didgeridoo man was chucking away at his absolute finest, little austrian children spun around in awkward elongated circles to the group of four … Read More When Nick Comes to Town 

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An Adventure Featuring Hammocks And Old Austrian Gents

I love rain. Its ability to generate an instantaneously cozier environment, the aesthetic of sitting up against a mighty window, a mug of creamy steaming coffee between two slightly chilled hands, sitting cross legged, shoeless; the patter of the rain against the glass a perfect acoustic companion to the book you have sitting on your lap.  It’s pleasant to be inside and dry when … Read More An Adventure Featuring Hammocks And Old Austrian Gents

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From Such Great Heights

I gently rock back and forth to the tune of the slurping river Mur as it swishes its way amongst the rocks and the ducks beside me. My hammock, slung between two perfectly distanced trees, is of a breathable material; the caressing wind nudging into the pores of the fabric and hugging my naked wiggling toes in blissful circulation. From my 270-degree window I … Read More From Such Great Heights

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Mapping the Self

Yes, it’s quite functional to wear Hunter wellies in a rainstorm; but why is that I take to the streets in my black gloss boots in times of sunshine and crispy breeze? In my boots am I a Scottish gardener, taking long, steady strides along the heather and potatoes, the lip of my boots generating a gentle suctioning noise against my calf, the thick, … Read More Mapping the Self

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So Many Questions

My left hand rests on the thin stem of the wide-lipped wine glass containing a comfortable amount of 2014 Chianti Classico; the fingers of my right hand stretch across the hard keyboard, the clicks and chinks of which ooze palpably throughout my small Austrian room transforming me into the screenwriter that Ewan McGregor plays in Moulin Rouge. 1940’s crime and noir jazz shyly slinks … Read More So Many Questions