Who knew hours after such bliss and love, an unexpected storm would bring us to realize both the precious nature of our existence and the insignificant nature of our existence.
However, this past week, I came to the realization that I have stopped writing. I realized that negative thoughts have been coming up more during last 3 months, as doubt and uncertainty plague my mind. Important life decisions, choices, rejections and LIFE have numbed me from functioning at my best.
Happiness can only exist in acceptance.
If you couldn’t blame the mercury retrograde, maybe you can blame the full moon.
We reached an agreement. They put their toy guns down. They were full on “shooting” us because war is a distant, but constant reality for these children.
A story that weaves crayons, coffee, divorces, yoga, travel and boxing. For today’s post my best friend and I decided to get a little personal and share a bit about ourselves as we embark on our co-created project, Stega: A Perfect Union.
As a gay man, I am proud. The shame that I carried for many years for being an Armenian gay man has diminished during the past decade as I decided to fully embrace this label and my culturally unaccepted identity. Even years later, during times of great pride, there have been moments where I have caught myself regressing. Then, I quickly… Continue reading Being Gay & Armenian: Shame to Pride