life
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Negative thoughts? Oh, they’re like that one a-hole ex who won’t stop texting you—just lurking in the back of your brain, ready to pop up and ruin your vibe at the worst possible moment. Research says you need three positive hits to cancel out one of those soul-sucking negatives, but in relationships? Buckle up, buttercup,…
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There are sanctuaries where I lose myself, where the world blurs into a soft hum and I am untethered, free. Writing and reading, of course, are the steady flames—ink spilling like a river over the page, words unfurling like petals in my mind. But there is another, a wilder refuge: running. It’s a solitary dance,…
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that love endures, even when you don’t tend to it as closely as you should The last thing I’ve learned—truly learned, in a way that settles into your bones and rearranges the way you see the world—came to me just last night, over a quiet dinner with my sister. It was one of those moments…
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Ever feel like Noah? Some voice from on high says, “Get to work,” and there you are, hammering planks together without a clue why, while everyone else is sipping coffee and flipping through their phones. You do it anyway, nod to the sky, and next thing you know, you’re floating—flood all around, nobody in sight,…
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I hit a dead end today. No sirens, no flashing lights—just a flat, unblinking fact. The road stopped, and so did I. You get to a dead end one of two ways. Sometimes you see it coming, the signs piling up like cracked pavement, and you still drive toward it, half-curious, half-resigned. Other times it…
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Three Objects I Couldn’t Live Without At first, my mind jumped to the obvious: faith, love, hope—the big three. And of course, loved ones. But since those aren’t exactly “objects” (and I don’t want to get lost in philosophical rabbit holes), I’ll stick to material things—stuff you can touch, hold, maybe even drop on your…
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Fate? Destiny? They sound like the tagline for a cheesy rom-com—or maybe a buddy cop flick where Fate’s the brooding loner and Destiny’s rocking aviators and a cocky grin. I can’t help but picture that moment in Titanic where Billy Zane’s character, all smug and slick, whips out his gun and declares, “I make my…
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Letting go wasn’t a choice, but a season—winter, relentless in its hush.I fell with no ground, no direction,only the ache of motion without meaning. The warmth fled, roots curled inward,and endings did not ask permission. Yet even winter must break,ice must bow to thaw.I did not say goodbye—I let it turn to earth,to feed what…
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“In a world where the economy spins like a roulette wheel, my biggest challenge is betting on the right number—without losing my shirt.” -bb grey My biggest challenge in the next six months will be outsmarting a volatile economy that keeps tossing unexpected curveballs at my business, all while preserving both my sanity and my…
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“You are the smooth stone in my pocket—forgotten until touched, a memory I bury yet carry, shaping my walk with quiet sorrow and stubborn hope.” bb grey Yesterday,while exchanging small words with an acquaintance—a fleeting face in the blur of days—I slipped my hand into my pocket,and there you were:a smooth pebble,forgotten beneath the jumble…
BB Grey--musings 