I know, I know … it’s ME who has been M.I.A. Some of you dear people have reached out, wondering whether I was trapped under something heavy, or perhaps abducted by aliens. The answer is that I have been trapped under something heavy … LIFE. Here’s the God’s honest truth: the pace of professional life + personal life curveballs reached a fever pitch for me this month, and I had to sit myself down and have a very important conversation:

If you’ve been with me for any length of time, you will know that I am decidedly NOT a big fan of small talk. But I am a big fan of real talk. I love and crave (don’t we all?) human connection. While I recognize the role and importance of some measure of small talk, too much of it makes me feel lonely even in a room full of people. So I’m always on the lookout for good ways to nudge conversations out of the humdrum and into the sublime.

He says to himself: “I do not fear those pants With nobody inside them.” I said and said and said those words. I said them, but I lied them. I won’t spoil it for you, but the little creature/person fakes his courage until he makes the courage real, confronting the pants in a showdown that would make Brene Brown proud.

Every time I go to the dentist, I spend all my waiting room time gazing at the office aquarium. The quiet hum and movement of sea creatures calms me instantly. On a recent visit, however, when I arrived at the dentist’s waiting room there was no soothing, motorized hum, instead, I found someone working on the aquarium. This man was lovingly scrubbing at some of the unwanted algae, and scooping up various bits of God knows what from crevices in the coral.