Tag: courage
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the ebb and flow of doubt
About 3 1/2 years ago, I made a conscious decision to stop teaching to start a business. One of the reasons I had decided to move beyond from the formal education field was because I could no longer lie to my students. I told them to follow their dreams and chase them; but I was…
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Fear: Is a Hell of a drug
If depression was my most favorite blanket, fear was my comfort food. I’d eat it before I brushed my teeth, ate it three (3) times per day and as a snack between meals. I was consuming fear at an alarming rate. It started off as something I did every once in a while, casually,…
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The FEAR of falling
But what caused all of this? I’m glad you asked. My family and I were attending a wedding. I was about 14 years old at the time. At this point, we’re at the reception. The Reverend asked everyone to stand, to say the food blessing. We walked in through the side door, having just arrived…
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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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…as the band plays
Being on the drumline in college remains near the top of my list of “things I’ve had the best time doing.” I loved every minute minute of it. I was in some of the best shape of my life. Whenever I felt tired, I told myself to push past it. Those and many other lessons have…
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The absence of dreams
We live in a generation of absolute statements (funny how that sentence is indeed absolute itself). For today’s absolution, we look towards dreams. I hear often, “Having a dream isn’t enough. You have to have a goal, a plan and execute.” Then it will be presumably enough, right? While I am a supporter of…
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worth the wait
I’ve become more free in living out my dreams. While this is amazing, it’s a fairly new concept that I’m growing into more everyday. Living freely has been something that I have struggled with, even before I recognized that I was struggling with it. Most of my life, I’ve supported everyone else’s dreams, largely because I feel…
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full of life
Stuart Scott died yesterday. He was 49. I got the news while I was sitting at the organ during church. Since then, I’ve watched a few interviews of those who knew him professionally and personally. They all seem to say the same thing: There wasn’t a nicer guy. No one had a bad thing to…
