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Fear Series
There’s a new category starting in Late October 2017; It’s called “Fear.” We all feel it, to some degree. It depletes our health, clouds our judgment and desensitizes our mind causing an ability to make wise decisions. I get it. I feel it, too (understatement of the year). So, this topic will be explored a bit,…
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Lessons from my younger me.
I’ve heard people talk about their high school years as though it were the golden age of perfection. My mother would say to me,”Enjoy those [high school] days. I had some good, clean fun. You’re going to miss them when they go.” Being young, I heard her but those words didn’t resonate until much later…
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Unfair Expectations
I expected my friends to support the things that I did because they’re my friends (the good things, of course). I think that I’m a pretty good friend and I deserve the same type of loyalty and commitment that other people get from me. Is that too much to ask? I can’t be the only…
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Jackson of all trades and a mastodon of none
or: A jack of all trades, but a master of none. Since about middle school, this phrase has haunted me. I didn’t want to admit it, but I have held myself back from doing other things because I wanted to be a master of something. Why do I have to be a master of just…
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Keeping it Real
So, I haven’t been completely honest with. While that sounds bad, lemme clean that up a bit: I haven’t been exactly authentic as I used to be. When I first started this blog over 5 years ago, I was writing from a very raw, tender place. I didn’t care who was reading or why. I…
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I am just a man.
I used to think of myself according to the above sentence. I felt like,” I’m doing the best I can; I’m just a man.” If you think about it, it’s just a way to rationalize mediocrity. If I see myself as being just a man, I can fall back on the many fallacies of being…
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when there just isn’t anymore
I find that people sometimes treat friendships like a pencil. In fact, like their favorite pencil. A fresh, new pencil is sharpened. You anticipate that the abrasion on the paper will be sharp and crisp. You love the new pencil. It makes you feel as though you could write 1000 words, or draw a picture…
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when do you know the dance has ended? (part 2)
Well? Do you know when? Would you say it’s when the song begins to slow down or when it fades out? I’ve taken some time to really think about this, but not from the angle you might think. There are two people in a ballroom. One person asks the other to dance. The other agrees. They…
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when do you know the dance has ended? (part 1)
Well? Do you know when? Would you say it’s when the song begins to slow down or when it fades out? I’ve taken some time to really think about this, but not from the angle you might think. There are two people in a ballroom. One person asks the other to dance. The other agrees. They…
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the Art in my Heart (part 2)
Happiness. Happiness is the only word I can use to describe that night. For a split second at the airport (en route to Charlotte), I thought, “Is this totally crazy? Like, what gives you the right? This is just a little crazy.” Nevertheless, I went. I had such a grand time. The people that he…
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