[Taken from today's journal spew] Wowza. Look at that. "19". [after writing today's date] Yeah. It really happened. Really really. Here we are... 2019. Really just a number. Really just a collection of months, weeks, days... And yet it gives us, me meaning. Something to look forward to. Something to enjoy. Or not. The cynical… Continue reading The dead dances
Category: journey
From the desk of your CEO and Captain,
I would like to thank you for being a courageous player in this Game of Life. I know you didn't have to, or you could have been less involved or whatever. But you so daringly jump in, yielding relentlessly to faith, truth, freedom. Your desire to live and live fully is magnificent. You are a gorgeous… Continue reading From the desk of your CEO and Captain,
Rising
The past month has been a quiet one for me. Somewhat of a sobering one. In the past, I might have said I lost my voice for a month. In the past, I might have apologized for my silence, to myself, to anyone that reads my stuff. In the past, I might have cringed and… Continue reading Rising
Reframing disappointment – 62/100
It wasn't until very recently that I've been operating life from a fear of disappointment. That wasn't very surprising, to be honest. It helped me understand why I didn't go for things, why I held my breath for the other shoe to drop, why I detached myself from desires, wants, hopes. To be honest, it… Continue reading Reframing disappointment – 62/100
Eyes, soul, heart – 51/100
Her eyes, so piercing and inviting, soul, so wild and free heart, so open and willing. The depth both scares and draws, like a moth to flame dancing to possible death There's nothing to do but leap, jump that cliff, challenge gravity, defy the emptiness of failed connections. Thoughts, feelings, decisions feel seemingly recklessness until… Continue reading Eyes, soul, heart – 51/100
Humbled three times – 8/100
One of the most humbling moments of my life was the realization that someone I had believed only wanted to condemn me judge me hurt me actually only wanted to be heard. By me. The second most humbling moment then followed in the form of realizing that I had been struggling all my life with… Continue reading Humbled three times – 8/100
2/100 continued – 3/100
Continued from 2/100. Was there something more perhaps that kept me alive? Something that I knew deep deep deep deep deep down within that wanted to keep living? To keep trying? Maybe. Yes. Looking back, I don't know how I did it. Truly. Every day today is so full and complete and happy. I cannot… Continue reading 2/100 continued – 3/100
