You Learn By Living

One thing life has taught me: if you are interested, you never have to look for new interests. They come to you. … All you need to do is to be curious, receptive, eager for experience. And there’s one strange thing: when you are genuinely interested in one thing, it will always lead to something else.

You Learn by Living—Eleanore Roosevelt

I often times imagining myself as the Disney version of Alice, tumbling down the rabbit hole but without finding bottom. As each random item or book smacks against my fall, it changes my course of descent, careening my brain against another knowledge heavy compendium.

For me, curiosity is integral to my intellect. It was once described as ADOBSO (Attention Deficit, OH! Bright Shiny Object) but instead of viewing my diverse interests as a personal flaw, I’ve come to embrace my shifting interests as an asset. Once, a nurse quietly listened to the banter between myself and a patient. She brought the conversation up a few hours later, expressing surprise at my consistent ability to find common interests with strangers.

Instead of becoming an ‘expert’ at one thing, is it possible to obtain legitimate expertise at learning many things?

Something to contemplate.


I started my first blog today, 12 November, in 2003. For those of you who suck at math, that is 16 years ago. 16 fucking years ago. That was back before blogging was really a thing, and authors, many times, published anonymously. Even with being hacked, two marriages, moving halfway across the country, I saved this. All 670+ posts. Through “coming out” as a blogger. Through a helicopter crash that sucked the life out of my writing (no, I wasn’t on board but my family thought I was dead—a long story). Through telling Uncle Sam to pound sand. Through telling my biggest professional dream that we needed a divorce. Through therapy, through medication, through all kinds of shit. I couldn’t let this small digital file go. Once upon a time I was even offered $5K for the domain. It was too much of me.

My identity.

So here it sat. Collecting digital dust. As I’ve learned, all good things happen when they are supposed to, not when my impatient, impertinent ass wants them to.

Today. Today was the day where my voice returned.

There is a really annoying saying:

…dance like no one is watching.

Once upon a time, I wrote like no one was watching. I think it is time to do just that . . . again.