That room containing all the versions of myself in fragments of stuff sits there untouched week after week. Silent, waiting. looming over me like a giant to do list that I can never complete. How do I organize it, I asked ChatGBT. " you don't have an organization problem you have a decision problem." it flaunted.
I think the hardest paths in life are meant to be walked alone—like Jesus in Gethsemane or the road that led to the cross. These roads are traveled in silence—journeys of solitude where growth happens and change is accepted. When you walk alone, there are no distractions, no outside conversations to sway you, no well-meaning … Continue reading traveling alone | on solitude as a necessary path in life
Decision paralysis is defined (thanks, AI) as the inability to make a decision due to: Overthinking Fear of making the wrong choice (hello, anxiety) Being overwhelmed by too many options The result? Procrastination, anxiety and sometimes doing nothing at all. A few simple tools can help—limiting choices, setting deadlines, and accepting that “good enough” is … Continue reading Decision Paralysis & ADHD
His ability to execute his mind to the masses of people is astounding, his writing and thinking skills unmatched for his time, vocation and experience.
Its OK to be different, and in fact it's necessary. Albert Einstein was smart but it was his different-ness that catches my attention. His intelligence isn't what impresses me, but his quirkiness totally does, His unusual and uncommon ways of being and doing that gave him an advantage, His ability to hyper focus on things … Continue reading Albert Einstein
I fear that God will tell me that I can burn all my journals, he won’t be needing them, years and years of beautiful words, lost forever. I fear he has no use for the hours I have spent writing, and studying and thinking, that it was all to ‘grow’ me, but now, like training … Continue reading the unrighteous steward
I learned cursive in 3rd grade, like everyone else born pre- laptops and i phones. However, for the past 30 years, I have chosen a different sort of penmanship, a unique blend of print, created cursive and imagined letters. I never embraced my learned cursive. I rejected it, perhaps because I didn't want to follow … Continue reading The Learning Curve
My Memory of a dog bite in the face There was a bite in the air. A sharp chill that reminded us summer was long gone, but winter had not yet taken over. It’s mostly a transition time, a period of turning and changing when plans are carved out, but not always understood. It’s … Continue reading Into Winter
when I'm empty of words its because I'm full of questions when I have nothing to give and little to say and sense cannot form and life is delayed I cannot walk forward I barely rise up I'm frozen and awkward despairing and stuck my mind cannot settle its hard to decide confused and afraid … Continue reading who do you say I am
My Faith Place 