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.

No matter how ‘defeated’ you are, there’s a way to transform yourself
Obama administration wants to choose skin color of your neighbors
How much of what we do is driven by our unconscious social scripts?
When life becomes too passive, we stop earning our self-respect
NOTEBOOK: The forest is burning, so quit arguing about single trees
When we don’t feel understood, we feel lonely even in a crowd
Liberty-minded people need to distance ourselves from crazy folks
Here’s why I won’t be watching the presidential candidates ‘debate’