It’s been said that the definition of genius is the ability to hold two opposing thoughts simultaneously while retaining the capacity to function. These are the words of F. Scott Fitzgerald in a collection of essays aptly titled “The Crack-Up.”

The essays reflect themes of disillusionment, the decline of the American Dream, and the exhaustion of a life lived at the center of the Jazz Age. 

I’m feeling exhausted for the same reasons. But not so exhausted that I can’t look for my own genius with the idea of being intentional without expectations. I haven’t found it yet, but I’m still looking.

I’m punching above my weight and pay grade, but you’ll find my attempt in the images drop down menu above and inside my own cracked-up rant inspired by a similar theme from T.S. Eliot’s epic “Waste Land.”

My therapist and parole officer have agreed I have too much free time. Their advice is simple: keep my pie-hole shut and stay away from any public space or gathering where alcohol is available.