By the time I finished showing houses late Sunday afternoon, I was exhausted and starving. It had been a busy weekend and I suddenly realized I hadn’t eaten all day. But what did I want?
I felt a gnawing craving inside. It was a familiar craving, but what was it for? Was it for steak? Pizza? Chicken? I genuinely felt confused.
I’ve gone through this odd process a thousand times before. I’m hungry but everything I think of feels wrong. I stopped at a couple of restaurants, thinking they might be what I needed, but each time I stopped, I felt a cold emptiness — because I realized what I needed wasn’t inside.

Looking at the stars makes me feel connected, not insignificant
OK, morons, we’ll finally admit it: We really are smarter than you
I haven’t learned to stop walking on eggshells around angry people
FRIDAY FUNNIES
‘Run away with me?’ I couldn’t accept her offer, but I wanted to
I’m horrified that it’s become so difficult for me to finish a book
It took me years to feel the anger I’d repressed since childhood
My need to win isn’t pretty, but it’s key to who I’ve always been