Faith

Once we begin to understand and believe that everything happens for a reason, then even the not so great things don't seem so bad.

A Country Song of a Different Sort

The superstition that death comes in threes is haunting, isn't it? Maybe it's like when you have a car, all of a sudden you notice it on the road everywhere. Even today's episodes of Boy Meets World were sad and made me cry.. back-to-back. (Who knew episodes like that even existed?)

A fittingly cold and gloomy day to conclude the week that has passed. The world is crying. May we all gain comfort knowing that our loved ones are simply resting, and find peace and solace believing and trusting in God's plan.

To my family and friends who have lost someone special these last couple of days in particular..



Home soon.

Cocoon Shedding

People seem to be impressed with or at least like to acknowledge my seemingly nonchalant attitude about taking on new cities and/or adventures. The truth is, if you know me at all, I am hardly unflappable. But there is a time for panic and a time for problem solving. A crisis only gets worse if you do the former for too long.

Anyways, this isn't about that...

I have too many friends who talk about leaving, but don't. Finances aside, the getting up and going isn't that hard. You just do it.

Starting a new life in a new city, you can be whoever you want to be, unattached to the connotations of your former self. That was your old life; that was the old you.

Starting over is easy. You get a clean slate.

It's deciding which pieces of your old self you want to keep that is difficult. Which parts do you take along with you on your new adventure, and which are meant to be left behind?

Lately, I've described myself as an emotional hoarder. I seem to love the people I meet, the things I do, the places I see just way too much, too often, and perhaps too long. Rather than outgrowing interests and relationships, I try to keep them all. I don't know if that's good or bad. Maybe both.

Which parts do you take along with you on your new adventure, and which are meant to be left behind?

That is something I'm still trying to figure out for myself.

Cameo

With a special appearance by Project Oasis, I am blowin' your mind and mixing up my blogs.

Be Humble. Don't Grumble.

Whenever I start buggin' over my first world "problems", I think about days like this:

...And I'm back again.

Perspective.

I attended a lecture last week, and the speaker was a prominent Florida businessman. The floor was opened up for questions, and a student asked, "What was your biggest failure?"

The gentleman replied, "Failure? There are attempts that didn't work out right then and there, so you have to re-route, modify, adjust. Failure is sticking to the original plan and giving up. So in my professional life, I have never failed."

I'm fine, thanks.

On beautiful days, I'd look out the window and wonder why I wasn't outside.

I don't get 9 to 5s. I feel like I can accomplish anything I need to do in less time and out of the confines of a cubicle (cringe).

How do I picture my life? I picture my "work" being incorporated directly into it rather than being isolated in 8 hour blocks, 5 days a week. Who made up the rule that life exists only after you leave the office and on the weekends? And why wait until you're 50 to retire and enjoy life? What about those 20-30 years before that?

I want to be happy all the time. And to be clear, I don't mean I don't want to work. On the contrary, my friend, but life is too short to spend most of it being miserable. I just want to enjoy what I do, and I want it my work and therefore my life to be meaningful.

Goal: Get a life. Not just a job.

http://imfinethanksmovie.com/ Thanks, Willie Jackson, for sharing.