Zach Sobiech

No words. Except that I need to stop being afraid of so much.  


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Monday Mornings…



Good morning, Monday!

This is me, being super-positive, because sometimes Mondays scare the hell out of me.  Where did my weekend just go?  I’m really sure that ten seconds ago was Friday night, and I had a list of 100 things I was going to accomplish this weekend. I can’t accomplish 100 things in 10 seconds!  Are you kidding me??? 

Monday, you stole my weekend from me!!! 

Oh, wait.  No you didn’t.

I slept a lot.  I wrote a lot.  I dreamed about being at the ocean. I had deep conversations with Luke in the middle of the night when our new neighbors were LOUDLY moving in to an apartment next to us.  (Just in case you’re wondering, 1am is not an appropriate time to move a couch into your apartment.  Now you know.)  We had dinner with friends at Cheebo last night. I took a 4 hour nap on Saturday.  (I think I might be exhausted.)  I listened to the new Daft Punk album.  I did laundry. (Hey, it’s important!)

There are a lot of things I couldn’t do this weekend. (I blame surgery recovery. Sigh. I seriously miss all you amazing people.)

I actually had a pretty great weekend, it turns out. 

I think this Monday should actually be the start of something brand new and awesome.

What about you?

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The Great Gatsby

I am living proof that you can get all the way through high school and college (even being an English major!) without ever having read F. Scott Fitzgerald’s The Great Gatsby.

So I picked it up about a year ago.

And I flew through it. I love the book.

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And then… the movie.

Honestly, with this movie, I was in from the moment it was announced. The Great Gatsby is returning to the big screen! And then… Baz Luhrmann (of Romeo + Juliet and Moulin Rouge fame). Leonardo DiCaprio. Carey Mulligan. The list goes on…

Be still my beating heart.

It’s a shining story of beauty and wealth and fun and love stretched out across the years.  Until you look just below the surface – just below the silk – and you find an ugly, rotting self-absorbed center.

And yet you can’t look away.

On one level – this is not your grandmother’s The Great Gatsby.  Continue reading “The Great Gatsby”

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Oh! That is Silence!

It was 3 in the afternoon.  The sun was shining. The birds were chirping. I was very seriously considering plugging my phone back in – because it was blinking with 12% battery.  And I’d been sitting on the couch, typing away on my laptop for quite a while without plugging it in, so it was running a respectable 24%.  23%.

Life after surgery.  Pure glamour, let me tell you. 

And then – BOOM.

I knew what happened.  I heard it – and my brain immediately started arguing with itself.  Surely, that wasn’t the power going out.  That would be ridiculous. That would be inconvenient.  

No, seriously.  That would suck.  Continue reading “Oh! That is Silence!”

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Let The Great World Spin

My friend Julia sent me Colum McCann’s Let The Great World Spin for my two weeks at home recovering from surgery.  (Again – my friends are amazing!  Have I said that lately?)

There are some books in the world where the words simply serve the story. The story is the thing to focus on and nothing else.  Then, there are other books where the words themselves are an art form – as though the way they’re strung together could somehow be separated from their meanings and appreciated as high art all its own.  Ian McEwan is a perfect example of this phenomenon I’ve only seen a few times.

And now – we have Colum McCann’s Let the Great World Spin with the same beauty.

It’s a book of slightly frayed, barely connected stories of several New Yorkers – a preacher, some prostitutes, an artist, a judge, a group of computer hackers routing calls to hear a first hand account of what’s going on, a group of mothers who have lost their sons, and the observers on the ground –  in 1974, when Philippe Petit (unnamed in the book) steps out onto a wire between the World Trade Center towers and goes across eight times, a quarter mile in the air.  (Have you seen Man on Wire? Go. Do it now.)  The stories spin out and out and we see the world from so many varying perspectives that it’s hard to imagine they’ll all come crashing back together. Man on Wire

I think my favorite part of the book is how the characters don’t all suddenly look up into the sky and use it as a metaphor for how they’re living their lives.  Because you know what?

People usually don’t cling to metaphor right from the start.

In that initial moment of hearing or knowing – it’s raw and real… Continue reading “Let The Great World Spin”

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