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.

Shame almost got me fired — and shame still haunts me years later
Man who’s leaving infertile wife thinks world revolves around him
Tribal hatreds around me mean detour on road to personal peace
AUDIO: Partnership idea sounded great, but it was just a dead end
Why do humans run away from things we really need the most?
Town’s new fine for public profanity points to problem of ‘public’ spaces
As I grow and learn, I have to leave more of my ideas behind
Emotional wounds in me quickly spot those with similar wounds
How much of what we do is driven by our unconscious social scripts?