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All my personal posts 2008-2016.
With so much to say, where does a person start? Well, if you’re a runner, it’s easy, you start at the starting line. But if you’re not a runner and you’re several decades into your life and your job or career, then what?
Then maybe start here, in Lane 8:
There, I said it. Hope this doesn’t scare anyone off. It is what it is.
The other night I told our son, “I’m bothered, but not bored.”
I’m bothered by the work load I put on myself. Career, home, church, gym, home, family, retirement.
I’m not bored by any of it though.
Why?
Because I love it. None of it feels like work. So, being bored is the last thing on my mind.
Except for one small detail, and I must confess, “I’m bored with being bothered!”
“Be yourself. Everyone else is taken.” — Life Is Good slogan
I used to look for sea shells on Sanibel Island, Florida. You know the ones – the perfect shape and color. The ones that looked like they came from the sea shell store.
Not any more.
Now, I look for ones that are unique and special – broken and beautiful.
Just like us humans.
Broken and beautiful.
Like Tiger Woods.
Like me.
Like you.
Recently discovered how to easily schedule blog posts for future dates.
This week has been dedicated to experimenting with the newly found app. It’s embarrassingly easy. Should have figured this out long ago, but instead, only this past weekend.
On one blog, I’ve scheduled the next ten daily blog posts. Others (5 total) a few days ahead, and a couple just a day in advance.
I still write five every morning; however, I’m writing a few “buffer blog posts”, for those days and weeks when the unexpected happens.
Dream big and do something great. Even if it’s a “small” great, like making a sad or lonely person smile.
Yesterday, as I was adding some tags to the blog post, I typed Regret. That word came to mind because it was the key driver in the decision to ride a bicycle across the country. Or not.
If I didn’t do it before I settled down and started a career somewhere, I knew I would probably never have the chance again.
Job, career, marriage, house, bills, family, kids, responsibilities, worries, challenges, health, cars, vacations, promotions, yada yada.
And so on October 5, 1982, with $75 in my pocket, I left Philadelphia for Washington State.
Regret is awesome. Otherwise, I would never have left.