Mom always said I'd lose it...
In 1998, I started a blog, something I could control very easily and update at my own whim.
Hello, gentle readers. I know, I know. It's been too long. I've actually had a post brewing in my brain for a few weeks now and I've started writing it three times but I always seem to get distracted or veer off track of where I wanted to go with it. I'll get it done soon but, in the meantime, here are some general life updates.
Clutter is not just physical stuff. It's old ideas, toxic relationships and bad habits.
Clutter is anything that does not support your better self.
People lose their way when they lose their why.
Michael Hyatt — "Living Forward"
True confessions time. I'm an inherently disorganized person. Along with my tendency toward procrastination, it's one of the main things I don't like that about myself. Add that to being a bit of a pack-rat and, well, stuff starts to build up and quickly becomes that horrid thing that is the bane of all you organized types out there …]
I just wanted to take a quick moment to say thank you to you, my dear readers and friends, for your support over the past year. Regular readers of the blog know that this has been a tough year but, through it all, God has been faithful and provided comfort through friends far and near. And in the midst of the darkest times, I've tried to seek Him more — to know more fully what His will is so I can better align my life and my actions with it. It doesn't take long to figure out that it's a […]
Doubt is an uncomfortable condition,
but certainty is a ridiculous one.
There lives more faith in honest doubt,
believe me, than in half the creeds.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
I heard someone talking about doubt the other day and it set my brain into motion thinking about it. We often think of doubt as a negative thing — revealing our lack of faith, showing a character flaw, or ripping the veil from a deep-seated hopelessness that we tend to hide under a false bravado. And while those things may be true to various extents, they certainly don't tell the whole story.
In the fire that ignites my bones
It's in the water that brings life to my soul
It's in the blood that washes me clean
Scars have the strange power to remind us that our past is real.
Cormac McCarthy — "All the Pretty Horses"
I went back into the office today after working at home for the past three months or so. It was good, I guess, to get back to something more normal but I gotta be honest. I'm gonna miss working from home. It's a pretty sweet gig. Hanging out in either jeans — […]