I put my foot on the gas.
"Where are you taking me?" they asked.
"For granted", I responded.
"it’s the only place I know...plus I’ve got a coupon."

I recently discovered my (and Clenn Close’s) ancestors were philandering Quakers thanks to PBS’s “Finding Your Roots”. (Grandpa?) John S. Worrall was charged with fornication and quickly expelled from the Quaker meeting group.

I guess rebellion is in my genes. Any other Wirolls/Worrells/Worralls/etc. who came upon this nugget of Worralldom?

I’ve never met another Wiroll in my life so it would be nice to connect!

(I was living in West Africa - struggling to learn a rare local language in Thies, Senegal with a wonderful host family.)

Where are you now?

Someone recently reminded me how easy it is to look at how tired or demoralized we are in the present moment and feel down - but sometimes, we have to look behind us and realize the mountains we've scaled, and the winding roads we've taken, to get to our current location. It can help explain our exhaustion - and also remind us of our inherent perseverance, strength, and ability to overcome obstacles.

A simple thought - and now…

We’re going on a trip. It’s somewhere new and nobody really knows our destination. That’s exciting.

Usually someone has been there before and is the local expert. Not this time. Some maps say it’s about four hours away. Some say two. Nobody knows. Again…exciting.

There might be wild horses, flowers, and waterfalls. It might be fire-damaged and dry from drought. Luscious green or brutal brown. Nobody knows.

We’ve packed up and hit the road making sure not to overplan or overpack. That’s all part of the fun.

An hour into the drive and we are laughing. Relying far too heavily…

**I wrote about this struggle because I don’t think I can tell the story of ME without it. It has made me stronger, more resilient, more understanding, more forgiving, more empathetic, and has definitely humbled me every day of my life. I don’t think there is an ideal human form. Fit, fat, skinny — it doesn’t matter. But the media will forever have a bias — and new products and magazines will always exist to make us feel shame. I don’t offer solutions — only relatability.**

To this day I have an affinity for former-fat-people. There is an unspoken bond…


Constant self-care and insatiable ladder-climbing are leading to intergenerational oppression

We are all told to firmly secure our oxygen masks before helping others secure theirs. People like to use this as a mantra for the importance of self-care. It means that we cannot be agents for external change until our internal strife is flawless.


The truth is: life is hard. We will never reach the top of the mountain (spoiler: the journey of life is one big false summit) and we will never be fulfilled. You can't wait for perfection in your own life to begin helping others, facilitating and contributing to systemic change, and righting historic oppressive wrongs.

TIME is a fun one to think about right now — as many people are staying home and feeling like they have an excess of time. But, normally we put our heads down (nose to the grindstone) and complain about too few hours in a day to get everything done.

And, as the great philosopher Kanye once said: “Money ain’t real, time ain’t real”

Our relationship with time varies so much based on our age and our circumstance. …

Craig WiRoLL

Wiroll.com — attempting to arrange sentences in amusing ways since ‘87 • Peace Corps // Mozilla // White House (44) // AmeriCorps • Oregon ❤ Wisconsin

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