Aging,Chances,Children,Fear,Happy,Life,Living,Purpose,Time

Leave Room in Your Suitcase

[caption id="attachment_media-15" align="alignleft" width="401"] Photo by Pixabay on Pexels.com[/caption] So, did you think this post was going to be about travel? Great. It is. But, it's not. Hopefully, we are all going somewhere. However, we are not always going on vacation. Or going out of town. Or going on a safari, per se. We are, however, traveling through life. We need to have our suitcase packed, our selves ready, open, and available to step, fly, jump, and fall forward into the next place. Our metaphorical bags should always be packed, as in why slow down to throw in a toothbrush...
Chances,Choices,Death,Fear,Learning

Add A Brick

I stood up in front of the small crowd of people last night. Naked. [caption id="attachment_media-14" align="alignleft" width="168"] Photo by Kaboompics .com on Pexels.com[/caption] Kidding. I might as well have been. Two other authors and I were reading from our work, and I was the least accomplished of the trio by far. So, I can choose to engage in self-flagellation . . . or I can view it as a brave opportunity to add a brick to the building I'm constructing. The building of me. Notice... the building at left has fire escapes! That's me, too. I'm a building with...
Authors and Writing,Choices,Fear,Life

Give Your Self to the Wind

. . . AND RECEIVE THE GIFT OF LOVE How do you give your self (it's two words, on purpose) to the wind? Finish your stuff, I tell you. And be willing to be vulnerable! When you finish, though, you are very likely to fail. In fact, you can really suck! Your art, your book, your music, your crocheted or knitted piece, or even your book report for school, if you're still in school -- can really be awful. But, finishing it is important. We could fail. We can get an "F" or we can have no one buy our...
Authors and Writing,Bucket Lists,Fear,Hacking,Life,Living

Published!

This published book, Giving My Self to the Wind, is a way to say ‘I was here.’ I stole that idea from Thomas Kail, the director of Hamilton. I hope he doesn't mind if I borrow it because it's true. A headstone doesn’t do it, and I cannot hold my kids responsible for substantiating my existence. My 298-page (!) book opens with a quote by Gustave Flaubert that also explains why I wrote and published Giving My Self to the Wind (GMSTTW): “The art of writing is the art of discovering what you believe.” Isn’t that why most people write? The collection's title...
Death,Fear,Life,Plans

Deadlines

[caption id="attachment_231" align="alignleft" width="281"] What do I have due today?[/caption] Deadlines are the lines drawn in the sand, the air, and on calendars. They are imaginary lines past which one should not go, or you'll die.  Die of what?  Failure? Disappointment? Losing a job? Not answering a need? Shame? Deadlines are a form of communication.  "I need this by noon so we can move forward on the project." There should be no room for negotiation in a deadline. There is no room for negotiation in death, is there? So why do people push up against deadlines by crushing the work to...
Death,Fear,Hacking,Life,Plans

What Would You Do If You Knew?

I sometimes wish I knew when I was going to die. I'd make different plans. Maybe I'd travel more, worry less. Why worry? What's to worry about if something can't kill you? Well, I have thought about that. Living in a mangled body would suck. Severing one's fear of death would take one thing off the list. Hah. I don't worry about dying. I know that I will. Now I can know when. Ah, but the biggie is knowing how. Don't know that yet. Maybe that's for later science... hacking the "HOW" code, now that we've cracked the "WHEN" code....