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Five Blogs.
Five Miles.
Every day (except for the running).
Alltop lists the top blogs in the world.
The USATF Master’s Track & Field National Championships are this Summer.
Focus and discipline.
I think I can. I think I can. I think I can….
We are all we think we are. And we are none of it.
Shortly after my Dad’s passing ten years ago, I had many thoughts about life. Typical thoughts, I guess. The ones we all have.
Whenever I return home to Spring Grove, Pennsylvania, and people in their late 60’s and early 70’s especially, remember my Dad, I smile.
He was a drummer. A really good one. He played at their weddings, dances and other social functions. He taught some of their kids drum lessons. He worked beside many of them at “The Mill”, for 38 years, until early on-set, rapid progression Alzheimer’s disease forced early retirement.
Those small town folk remember my Dad, but they don’t know my name.
They just refer to me as, Jack’s boy.
When you go home, who are you?
Do you know who you are? Do your loved ones know? Could they describe you the way you hope?
Aggressively Unfancy.
Working for a Fortune 100 company in Central Florida for 27 years, I’ve grown accustomed to wearing suits, ties and shiny shoes.
When not at work, cut-off jeans, no shirt, no shoes is more of my style.
Jimmy Buffett or Z88.3 playing in the background.
My car is 21 years old, while those around my community drive new, upscale vehicles.
Our Honeymoon cost less than $200, for 2.5 weeks.
I color my hair, slowly. Gray.
I do a lot of other important things that nobody sees. Like starting each day on my knees.
Or pausing to pray every time we hear a siren.
While others read good books, I’m busy writing them.
I am inspired to be a Husband and a Father, and, um, one more thing – I’m aggressively unfancy.
Pushy people have an agenda, don’t they?
Pushy people want to get ahead, or be first, or take credit, or make others look bad.
Pushy people also think everyone else should know what’s going on and if you don’t, pushy people will find a way to make you uncomfortable.
Why is that?
(pause…)
Or maybe we (society) have it all wrong.
Maybe pushy people are a gift.
Maybe pushy people aren’t in it for the reasons we think they are.
Maybe we are ignorant and ineffective, for not recognizing what a pushy person brings to the table.
One thing for certain, I am sure of my uncertainty.