Grieving Good Seasons

The opening line of this post was supposed to be, “I hate goodbyes.” That's not entirely true. There have been plenty of people in my life I've been happy to see the back of. I shouldn't say it, but it's the truth, and I know you all love to come here for my eloquent slices of candor.

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American Memories

On Sunday morning, I will board a plane bound for Chicago and then on to Cleveland, Ohio. The purpose of the trip is to attend a leadership retreat over the weekend. I'm thankful to get to attend it and even more thankful to have my dude, Tim, show me around his old stomping ground.

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Active Waiting vs Passive Waiting

A few weeks ago my church asked me to speak as part of a series they were doing. Any time I am asked to talk at a church or event, I have to carefully weigh whether to accept or not. Of course it's easy to say a knee-jerk “Yes!” and dive right in. After all, it's kind of nice to be the centre of attention and have people listen to your every word, non? The decision hinges on am I teaching something truly relevant or trying to be clever? If it's the former, I'm in.

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Guerrilla Kindness

I strayed off course. The past year or so I spent a lot of time trying to think of ways to get myself known. By known, I mean a presence on the Internet related mostly to writing and speaking at events. This, in the greater scheme of things is no grave sin, until I looked deep in myself to ask why I wanted this acclaim.

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Daydreaming

I daydream. A lot! Whether on my commute, running, reading, or talking to my wife (#husbandfail) I am known to drift off to another universe. That universe has multiple scenarios. I am at a Pearl Jam concert and Eddie Vedder, the lead singer, announces that their drummer Matt has turned ill suddenly and unless they can find a replacement in the crowd the show will be cancelled. Who, me? Oh, no, really! Anyone but me. No takers? Ok then!

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The Next Lamppost

Life is like running. I know this, I've written about it before. But as with most things in my life, I have short memory—usually only when it comes to the important stuff though, chances are if we had a face to face conversation inside the last 25 years I could probably recount—verbatim—what you said on that occasion, and just to freak you out even more, could tell you what you were wearing. Weird, I know. So the running thing.

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We Are All Refugees

I was in the Black Forest, Germany, this past weekend. Rad place. I hit the trails, had dinner with friends, and headed over to Switzerland to catch up with enlightened folks there... Good times.

We also had dinner with our Syrian friends who have been going through the refugee process with the German government and the system is working for them. Granted, they still have family back there and would like them to be here in Europe. Currently there is no way around that apart from them having to wait a year and half to go through the paperwork process. The other alternative is a four thousand km journey—one fraught with border and sea crossings, bribes, and high danger for women especially. Yeah, not too fun to think about your own family going through it.

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Measuring Worth

Yesterday morning I was on my way to the airport to meet my buddy, Tim, who was on a 24-hour layover in Paris. Three seats in front of me, a guy sat down who looked exactly like Lionel Messi (arguably the greatest soccer player ever—not a fan of the game but the guy is an artist with a ball). He was a little plumper than the world's finest player and he definitely didn't have the boyish smile of the man with the golden boots. My first thought was of worth.

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The Force Awakens

On Saturday night, I watched The Force Awakens with my son. It wasn't my first time. I'd seen it on a flight from Atlanta to Paris at the beginning of the March. This is no big deal. I'm sure hardcore fans have thrown plenty of dollars into the Disney money chest to see it a couple of times. Only thing is, I don't like Star Wars. Loathe it, in fact.

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Impressions

Last week I turned 39. I woke up to a heartfelt note from a dear friend, much love from my wife and kids, and went to work. I came home, ate sushi, and relaxed. All in all, it was a great day. Contrasting it with last year I was hyper-charged with a book launch (Happy 1st Birthday, The Second Lap) and a 50 mile race. I was in achievement mode. It felt right for the time.

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