Sometimes, the best I can do is to just not talk. To bite my tongue and hold my breath and walk away. Preferably outside, where there’s something I can kick.
I don’t follow Twitter links very often. But when I do, it’s because the article title is compelling.
I drove to the nearest library branch tonight to drop off my kids’ books. I hate to admit it, but I swore like a sailor as I drove away from the night drop box. Why? Because I realized after the fact that I had opened the metal door with my exposed hand.
The last time I wrote an article for OneRealMan.com, it was four years ago. I told you that artists can only dig so deep until their wells run dry. We are finite beings, after all.
Do you feel deflated by life? Have you come to the end of yourself, only to discover that it wasn’t ever supposed to all be about you in the first place? That’s a tough pill to swallow at first.
“Wait… Don’t leave. Take these with you. Daddy doesn’t need toys.” My toddler obediently picked up his toys off the kitchen island and carried them to his room.
After graduating college, I endured two excruciatingly painful years as a mortgage clerk. There was room for advancement, but the only benefit was money. And my soul was desert dry.
I gave in to Christian pop culture and bought two books by John Eldredge. The one that grabbed me was Journey Of Desire.
Something belongs here. In this moment between awake and asleep. When we reflect on the thoughts we could not permit ourselves to have while life was happening. But now they are the constructs of the world. This world we have imagined in this little place here, just before sleep.
This music reminds me of being 18, dropping acid, and listening to Enigma or Nine Inch Nails, depending on whether my mood was fantastical or self-deprecating.
Everywhere I look it’s marketing marketing marketing. Read my book! Subscribe to my podcast! Register for my class! Sign up for my webinar! Tune in to my Periscope! She’s this with a friend! Don’t miss out! Don’t hesitate! Get in on the ground floor!
Push. Push. Push.
Two things you need to know about our family: First, my wife and I run a blog as our family business, so we work from home. Second, I suffer from a a laundry list of maladies including, but not limited to: Lyme Disease, MTHFR genetic mutation, insufficient testosterone production, and rock bottom neurotransmitter production.
Through cutting edge research, we’ve pinpointed nutritional opportunities to reverse and restore my health. We’re at the beginning of that process.