Aug
11
Late night thoughts
I let late-night whisky loosen thoughts about parenting, baseball, creativity, theatre admin, work, and getting through hard days.
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James McCullough
A partner, a father, an entrepreneur, a writer, a paleo-eating polymath, fuelled by Blue Bottle Coffee. I work as a consultant for boutique hotels.
Aug
11
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I wonder what late-night Twitter would be like without autocorrect and whether drinking makes thoughts clearer or worse.
Aug
05
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I share a White Spot moment where my daughter turns a five-cent bet into a meal-payment argument.
Aug
04
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I head to the Penticton farmers market for a change of pace and a break from my own mind.
Jul
31
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I admit life feels like a battle and wish I could make a few small wins happen.
Jul
28
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I overhear coffee-shop conversations about Airbnb renter problems during Centre of Gravity weekend.
Jul
27
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I write about nights spent scrolling feeds while knowing I should do something more but lacking motivation.
Jul
21
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I hope that when I wake up, I can still do the thing I thought I would do tonight.
Jul
16
What’s in My Head
I write about overthinking, perfectionism, margin, work, and why this space went quiet despite all the ideas in my head.
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Jul
15
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I overhear pool-deck complaints about cold water and rethink how spoiled Kylie is with one pool.
Jun
25
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I flip chicken fingers and wonder what my ancestors ate when they lacked motivation to cook.
Jun
24
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I start Sunday with a new favourite coffee blend from 49th Parallel.
Jun
14
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I write about feeling drained by people demanding answers, doubts, and nitpicking before I have room to think.
Jun
11
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I start Monday with a 5:30 AM fire alarm and Kylie not going back to bed.
Jun
09
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I wonder why Kylie struggles to wake up for school but gets up early on weekends.