41 – The Job That Lasts A Lifetime

During the last days of a failing relationship, an Older Sister to my Then-Girlfriend tried to help me understand what was going on. I heard her out.

40 – Highs and Lows

Good living can be summed up in four words. And a comma. 

39 – Choosing to Choose Less

Two things happened on Saturday morning that inspired this essay. First, I went into town for groceries. Second, I learned that Lebron James decided to take his talents back home.

Those two things got me thinking about decisions. Big ones, small ones, and ones that don’t matter. So I decided to write an essay about that.

38 – Disregard The Last Post Now

I've finished all the maintenance and revamping I wanted to do to The House Newf. Actually, I just got tired of reformatting. Fuck it. I don’t care. It’s good enough now. 

37 – Closed for Maintenance

The House Newf is going through some general maintenance and minor revamping today. All content (save for this short post) is down until that’s done.

36 – Happiness Is A New Essay (That’s Not Posted Here)

What kind of jackass announces a new essay and then doesn’t publish it on his website?

The kind of jackass who decides to publish it on Medium instead.
 

35 – The Difference A Year Makes

I started writing The House Newf just over a year ago. I’m very happy that one year later I’m still doing it.

34 – Doing Without Is Giving Yourself What You Need

I’m several days into a new clean eating routine. By clean I mean no ‘fake food.’ No frozen processed dinners, refined sugars or grains, or fast food. Just clean, whole foods like fruit, vegetables, lean meat, whole grains, beans, nuts, seeds, and some other healthy stuff.

As part of this routine I was preparing some sliced orange and kiwi for breakfast the other morning. As I cut up the fruit a thought struck me. Thankfully nothing else did. A thought’s enough for me first thing in the morning. 
 

33 – The Things You Need To Tell Yourself

You get asked to take stock of yourself and your life every so often. I don’t know who or what’s doing the asking. Fate. The universe. Our subconscious. God. But you hear it, even if it doesn’t register with your ears. You can feel it in some part of your being that I have no words for. But I’m sure you know what I’m talking about.

Being asked to take stock of ourselves is a big task. It can be unsavoury and a little intimidating. Scary even.
 

32 – The Time To Move On

I was nineteen the first time I broke up with somebody. I didn’t break up with a girlfriend however. I ‘broke up’ with my best friend, a boy who’d grown up on the same street as me.

I felt like I was doing the right thing. I thought I was doing it the right way. And I thought that I could simply move on. I was wrong.