Why You Definitely Shouldn't Go To Law School
I knew inside of the first month of dating Stephanie that I wanted to spend the rest of my life with her. After our third date I wrote a song about how we were going to make babies and turn our parents in to grandparents.
I bought a diamond. I had it put on a ring. Then I had to figure out how I was going to ask her the big question.
I'm Happy As Fuck
It's taken me less than three years to build a company that allows me to make a living working for myself and doing something I love. I've learned real-world skills: web design, social media, marketing and advertising, networking, negotiation, and on, and on. You don't get that kind of an education in school. At least I didn't.
Dress The Part: My Three Rules For Fashion Fun This Fall
This time three years ago I was miserable. I was working a job that lead to my first panic attack. I spent 70 hours a week at the office and hardly ever saw my friends or family. I was single, which is fine, but I was lonely. I ate protein bars for most meals because I didn't make time to cook. And I was stuck.
I quit my job. I had no idea what I was going to do, but I quit.
It's Nigel P. Jenkins, and the "P" is for "Promise"
Three rules for fashion and life that will probably get you laughed at and kicked out of parties, but who cares!
It’s Nigel P. Jenkins, and the “P” is for “Purpose”
Have you ever broken a promise? Probably.
We make weekend plans with our friends, and then cancel last minute because it's easier to curl up at home with Netflix and a bowl of popcorn.
We tell our partners we'll love them forever, until we catch them downtown walking hand-in-hand with someone else, and then we don't anymore.
But the worst promises we break are the ones we make to ourselves...
From Hair, to Hats, to Happiness: On Going Bald and Letting Go
Existential dread. I know you feel it too.
It’s what keeps you scrolling through your search feed on Instagram as you lay in bed at night. It’s the nagging voice in the back of you mind asking, “What next?” It’s the ache in your gut when you imagine yourself ten years in the future, and maybe nothing has changed; nothing is better.
Darwin and Balding, or On the Origin of [Receding]
I was born in the winter of 1988 in Goose-Bay, NL on a day when it was -40 degrees Celsius outside (with the wind-chill). As a child I had short blonde hair that turned brown as I grew up. My brother and sister went the same way: all three of us blonde babies, now brunettes (or bald/balding).
Is balding an evolutionary mistake? Shouldn’t our shared physical disadvantage have prevented us from finding partners to mate and procreate with, leaving us alone in the cold to fade slowly out of existence? As it turns out, no.