Without much provocation, each of us has the capacity to become easily unmoored, sent into the storm, and battered around until begging for surrender. Less esoterically: someone with time on his/her hands can push our buttons, cause stress and anxiety, and make us question our place in society. The provocateur could be an intimate partner, […]Read more "Finding Balance in Turbulent Times— or How to Sail Through Your Average Shit Storm"
Think that sounds too cerebral? Nah. It only sounds like some fancy philosophical term. Here’s how I define existential relativism: my own private shit show. See? Not at all learned or esoteric. Here’s how this got started: I wrote a blog piece the other day that garnered a thoughtful and lengthy comment, that in so many […]Read more "Existential Relativism: Trust me . . ."