50 days left. Better yet, 100 half-days left. That’s 1,200 hours; a lot of time to work with — or a lot of time to waste.
2020 sucked. No question about that. For most of us, this was one of the worst years in a long time. I look forward to 2021. A fresh new start.
But it’s November 11. There are 50 days left in 2020. Far too many days on earth to write off. Especially before they happen.
Unless you enjoy wallowing in self-pity, this question must be answered: what can I do to increase the number of…
Monday, August 10, 2020
As you lay here sleeping this morning, crashed out on the couch next to my recliner, I wanted to capture how I am feeling at this moment; to preserve it for eternity because you deserve to know it.
You are so special to me. You are the greatest gift to my lifetime. The greatest addition to my existence. Next month, you will turn ten years old. One decade of living. And during those ten years, you have given me the happiest moments of my life. You have caused me to realize the true meaning…
With the presidential race in full swing, the unprecedented onslaught against Hunter Biden has placed a spotlight on the bankruptcy of decency in American politics. The only remaining son of Vice President Biden, Hunter has been targeted in one of the nastiest character assassination operations in political history.
It begs one simple question for anyone with a moral compass: how far are we willing to go?
The relentless attack on Hunter Biden is beyond tasteless. It crosses into territory never before explored in the filth of politically-based character attacks.
The candidates themselves have been considered fair game for character attacks…
It is Sunday morning. You are at your mom’s this weekend, so I miss having you around the house. Just your presence makes this place seem brighter. Even if I’m cleaning the kitchen or getting some work done, you bring a warmth to this home. It’s still a peaceful place when you’re gone — my timeout from the world — but when you’re here, it’s a home.
Reflective contemplation reminds me of the magical moments that create that home. Listening to you hum or sing softly in the background, happy and content. Walking in and seeing you curled…
Sunday, January 12, 2020
Yesterday was Saturday. We watched the first two Division Round NFL playoffs together. Before the first game, they did a piece on George Kittle — the 49ers’ tight end. They were talking about how awesome he is and they discussed his relationship with his dad. You and I watched it together and it gave me an idea to start writing you letters. (I’ve written you a few already, but it motivated me to start doing it on a regular basis.)
Kittle’s dad coached all of his football teams growing up and really worked closely…
“Wake up! If you knew for certain that you had a terminal illness — if you had precious little time left to make use of your life and consider who you are, you’d not waste time on self-indulgence or fear, lethargy or ambition. Be happy now, without reason — or you never will be at all.” ~ Dan Millman, Way of the Peaceful Warrior
I struggle with mortality.
My entire life, I have struggled with the concept of death, of life. As a young child, it terrified me. The memories are so vivid. …
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