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life is a highway

life is a highway

Life is a highway and there is even a song about it. We are born a Hyundai Elantra, a Ford 150 diesel truck, or perhaps, if you’re lucky, a sleek and shiny Jaguar or an Austen Martin. We are born with a particular skill set. We have an engine, four wheels and a tank...
moments

moments

When did we stop experiencing life and decided life was a job? We work so hard for the means to live without making the time to live meaningfully. We get well educated or trained so that we can find a good job. Those jobs are often stressful and demanding, and we...
why I write

why I write

The subject has never come up. No one has ever asked me why I write although plenty of people are extremely encouraging and amazed that I write and so consistently. I started writing this rough sketches that weave themselves in and out of my mind every day because I...
six hundred drips

six hundred drips

Today is my six hundredth drip. Six hundredth step and I think its important to celebrate little victories, although not too loudly or for too long because there are still over a thousand more to go, and many thousand more after that. I live for my dreams now. I’ve...
dark cold days

dark cold days

November is fully here and as the nights get darker and the temperature continuously declines, all of nature seems to point to the inevitable conclusion that there are dark cold days ahead. But are they really dark and cold, or is that idea merely in our head and as a...
imperfect steps

imperfect steps

Each and every day I take slow and imperfect steps. I sometimes imagine what people think I know or who I am, because inside I feel like an organized mess, but yes a committed mess, and I think that is what makes a difference. Over the last two years I have become...