The Words. The Words.

Some days are chipmunk days.

Of course,

these days are almost exclusively

preceded by wisdom

tooth pulling surgery.

Today is a chipmunk day.

Here's to tomorrow being a human 

day.

Today I lose my wisdom

teeth. 

I don't know if I'll miss

them.

They're such a pain in my

Soft spring air all blue-

berries, bees, and buttercups

swirls above my head.

-

Like a Van Gogh, but

lighter. The rising sun inks

my porch dirty red.

- 

Fall is all about

sunrise and sunset, but Spring

brings mid-morning's best.

-

Just keep trudging along.

The click-ticking of the keys rattling through your ears

and into something less cliche than your soul.

If typing be the food of discipline...

Write on!

That's my motto for the foreseeable future. It goes hand in hand with discipline, so there's a clear theme to the things on my mind this year. Discipline seasoned with humility -- that's how I think of it. 

But there's also a sense of "live in the moment" to it. Stop daydreaming about what could be and take care of/enjoy what is. After all, who can add a minute to their lives by worrying or dreaming about the future? 

With joy, put your head down and work. And every once in a while, look around to see how far you've come.

What can be said and what should be -- 

what will be -- Ah! -- that's the crux of

it all, is it not? Who am I?

Sterling silver dripping slowly

from my ragged pack, the tinkling

mixing mid-flight with passersby's

commentary. What do they say?

"He was. He was -- a faithful man."

You can do it. Just one sentence, at least. Hey! This is like... four or five or something. 

Nailed it.

Every morning at 6am, my daughter and I wake up and watch TV together and play with her toys. I need to try to see that for how amazing and wonderful it is when I am actually living it. If only there was some kind of magical liquid that could help wake me up in the mornings. Oh well.

"O God, thy sea is so great, and my boat is so small."

Every. Day.

A minute is all

you have.

A minute is all

you have.

Soon you'll be awake

and old.

So dream a young dream,

my friend.

A minute is all

you have.

The other day I had a revelation: My life is what it is because of Aaron Sorkin. 

To explain why, we have to work backwards...

I live in Asheville, NC with my beautiful wife and daughter.

The reason we moved to Asheville was to help a friend I met in Tallahassee, FL start a church. If I had never met him, we wouldn't be here.

I also met my wife in Tallahassee. If I hadn't lived there, I wouldn't have met her, and I wouldn't have my daughter.

I moved to Tallahassee to attend Florida State and pursue a degree in political science. If I hadn't wanted to study poly-sci, I wouldn't have gone to FSU.

I wanted to study political science because the purpose and importance of the characters in The West Wing connected with me in a very real way. Without The West Wing, there's a great chance I go to the University of South Florida and my life looks very different.

Thanks, Aaron.

It is very difficult to maintain routines when you are out of your usual surroundings. But now I'm back. Time to get back to work. A disciplined nature doesn't build itself!

I recently read an article that explained how willpower is like a muscle. It fatigues. But it can also be strengthened by exercising it over time. My particular constitution does not support rapid muscle growth. So I have that against me. But plug on I must.

Busyness is the

enemy of real progress

It is vital and fragile --

full of life and fear.

It is irreplaceable,

and it is squirmy.

It's an intoxicating

haze that surrounds you.

But when the sun climbs higher

and begins to bake,

the fog lifts and you're exposed

like the fraud you are. 

A good name. Ha! A good name.

There is none that's good. 

No, not one.

Mondays get a lot of bad press.

They have their own "case,"

and it is never a good thing.

It kind of sounds like I'm about

to come to they're defense,

but I'm not. Mondays suck.

It still snows sometimes.

But the flakes are fewer and

farther in between.

--

White banks liquify

as the days progress. Puddles

form when the sun's high.

--

A short walk through brown

woods makes manifest the song

that's begun in your heart.

--

Each breath drenched with signs

of spring. Primrose and nettle

sting sweetly and soft.