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Back in 2021 I had probably one of the worst weeks of my life for a dozen reasons, and with the exception of my nieces and nephews I don’t know how I could have functioned through it.

One moment in particular is how excited they all were to visit the local Free Little Library (even if, to be honest, they weren’t reading yet). And being the fun Auntie who also loves books, I took them on over myself.

Most of the time my curiosity gets the best of me, however I never go there actually expecting a well known publication that I either haven’t read, don’t already own, or have any interest in.

That day in July was different, because at the insistence of the little ones I too skimmed through the collection, and noticed in the corner was a brand new copy of Matthew McConaughey’s recent (at that time) autobiography Greenlights.

Overall I tend to go for fiction, but for kicks I actually opened the cover and found the references to him keeping a journal. In that moment my brain clicked and I took it home.

This autobiographical account is still amongst my top rereads even now, not only because of the emotional impact that I carried through that week, but also because of the poetic linguistics of the book itself.

As a journal aficionado, if there’s something I love, often I’ll replicate it in or on a journal cover. Now, while I am aware that there is an officially published companion to this autobiography, personally it was not to my taste in format. Unique for sure, but nothing I would be able to feel comfortable spending the money or the time on.

Fast forward to where I’ve been low key trying to match the colors of the book enough to have one of my own, and everything never quite made the distinct impact. Far too dark, or far too pale for the enriching tan.*

Yesterday was another intensely emotional weird one, and to avoid the chaos I found myself on a trip to Five Below. With no internalized hesitstion filter on over buying another journal, I found one that after almost five years, caught my eye—-

There have been multiple wood grain versions of this design recently, and I was more tempted by a darker and richer color, but this one felt more appropriate for the moment.

When I came home I got to work;

First, here is the journal alone.

Next is Matthew’s book without the dust cover.

After adding a sticker I have kept in the archives—

Then comparing the finished product to the OG

I can now say with absolute certainty this was the right choice and that another journal hunt has been achieved. I know it’s not an exact match but I have no regrets because it just adds the personal touch that makes it mine.

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Is life the chase we race until death catches us running by? Or are we racing death from birth only caught the day we die? Either way, let’s hold the lead for as long as we can.

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“Covet nothing but your superior self. Seek transformation over transaction. Individuality over conformity. Recognize your inadequacies. Then make one step at a time in the right direction and endure. It will be harder than you think. Because your long road has no arrival. Until you die. This was inspired by Judges 17:6 in the Bible, with some Texas Ranger giddy-up justice mixed in.” ---

please remind me to give thanks in all circumstances not for all circumstances Time to look up to what’s not yet been seen where the dream is God and God’s the dream A place called home in the den of the belief where the last conviction wins the crown of relief. This one’s based on the theological concept that if you believe in God, then you are supposed to be a lost and wandering immigrant on Earth. Here, you have no home, and even though you know you’ll never find home here, you stay steadfast in the search. And that’s the point, because even though your only home is in Heaven, if you keep trying to find and make Heaven on Earth, you’ll get back home when you leave. ----

greatness is not all to each, it is each to all.

the genius can do anything but does one thing at a time.

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MEMORY

Unlike her cousin conscience dares she patiently waits and always cares, judging us not for our neural void though we may be, she’s not annoyed. A graceful poet she finds us lost and greets us with reflection, she rhymes us with reminding times so we can make the connection. Just and true, she’s déjà vu and surprises us with chances, she flies and floats from clouds to boats and with our dreams she dances. Always near and never far she’s a teacher always right behind us, on our shoulder as we greet each day when we take the time she’s right beside us. Memory never forgets. Even though we do. ---

MAN UP

So much of life seems to come back to courage, doesn’t it? Being willing to go one more step before you quit. One step deeper into your relationships, one step further in being faithful to yourself, to your God. What if everybody took one more step to salvage their marriage, to secure their own character, to not sell themselves short? One more step by enough of us can change the world.

“every time we stand to be corrected we also stand to be correct.”

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GOOD MAN

There’s a difference between a good man and a nice guy. A good man stands for certain ideals. And when those beliefs are contested, a good man is not a nice guy. I wrote this one in the late ’90s, just before I decided to stop doing the romantic comedies. People were always telling me, “Ah, man, you seem like such a nice guy.” And hey, I got it; the rom-coms were entertaining and popular, and the men always ultimately acquiesced. But it reminded me of when I was a kid and the girls would say, “Oh, you’re so cute,” and I was just dying for one of them to say, “You’re handsome.” Aspiring to be just a nice guy is like short-sheeting yourself; you’re a nice guy, but what do you stand for? The nice guy’s easy to be around, but he goes along with everything. A good man’s different. He has things he stands for. It’s harder to be a good man.

--- I have faith in what I believe I could. I speak of what I believe I should. I do what I believe I would. Give me the faith to believe the confidence to speak and the courage to do. ---

PROPAGANDA

The comfort and convenience you get from relying on the encore, will pale in comparison to a great concert. The lenient quick fix you keep lending yourself, is pennies compared to the endless luxury you can afford. The posture you pose in fifteen minutes of fame, is nothing compared to the legend of your character. The lies you tell may buy you some time, but the truth will make you immortal. The gifts you hoard and hide will make you jealous, but the ones you share will show them how. The sperm on your belly is child’s play, compared to the baby you can make with their mother. The knowledge you keep will entertain your mind, but the wisdom you give will light the way. The thanks you expect will hold you entitled, but the gratitude you give will breed freedom. The time you save will get you there early, but when you’re on it, you’ll never be late. The steps you learn will win you a ribbon, but the dance you do will keep you in rhythm. The nightmare you have is for a whore, and the wet dreams you make love to are yours. The negative is singular, the positives are plural. Please sell them as so.

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SOLO MAN

Respect family. See everyone as someone’s child, sibling, and parent. Respect them as such. Love thy neighbor as thyself.

-- Regulation Gauges

“With an ebb and flow of consequences for every decision made, calibrations are necessary for every choice we make. Meaning, if you make a profit in one place, you’re gonna get a debt in another. Seldom are all systems running at peak performance. So how do you keep what’s important to you in the black? The measurements of importance in my life are my health, my family, my marriage, my career, and my relationship with God. I’m always having to recalibrate and adjust the gauges to maintain balance. My career’s taking off and taking all my time? Whoops, relationship with my family and God starts slipping into the red. My kids and I are each other’s favorite people and my six pack’s ripped? Probably need to spend more time with my wife. And because I don’t want to let any of those go too far south, I have to take inventory, and recalibrate. Remember those Alpine car stereo equalizers in the 1980s? Life’s a balancing act and you’ve gotta keep re-tuning your equalizer to stay out of the red.”

--- REGULATIONS

Listen to yourself, hear yourself, learn yourself and mind. Measure yourself, train yourself, referee yourself in kind. Negotiate yourself, invest yourself, multiply yourself and scale. Administer yourself, accomplish yourself, dare yourself from hell. Own yourself, exchange yourself, pay yourself back.

--- PROJECTION

We see as far as we remember forecast as far as we recall, projection equals inventory no matter how big or small. Our expectations and estimations plans and potentials, are most clearly seen and supported when measured by these credentials. By the cache of our archives accounts and evidence, all in equal measure of what’s to come and what is hence. The concept that we can only project into our future as far as we can remember into our past came to me after writing Greenlights. Never one who liked to look over my shoulder, I was forced to deal with my past for the first time. Only then was I able to project further into my future, because for the first time I was able to see further into my past.

--- HILLS

When they are no longer in our way but on it. With their invitation to climb, they’re resistance our daily grind, giving reason to our rhyme, they slow us down to be on time. And no one can take us home if we don’t know where we’re going. I wrote this on a bike ride in Vietnam after I’d taken the long way home and was halfway up an excruciating hill to get there. Already exhausted with the sun quickly setting, I was between too far up to go back and not far enough up to continue, so I carried on. As I struggled to pedal through the pain, I realized, hills are just necessary parts of life’s terrain, there for the climbing. The last line’s from the same trip when my buddy Woody Harrelson went to a bar in Haiphong at four p.m. and walked out twelve hours later. After getting in the back seat of a cab to head home, Woody realized he had no idea where or what the name of our hotel was. That’s when the cab driver, who spoke very little English, turned around and said to him, “I cannot take you home if you do not know where you are going.”

“Never give up your right to do the next right thing. This is how we find our way home.”

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Once a week I cry for thanks so my soul can catch its breath. Because when you’re gone I’ll miss you I love you until your death. Tears of joy for both hope and pain to have and lose what I have left.

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MEET YOU IN THE MIDDLE

At the edge of our property line, on the border between where we’re from, I’ll see your past, you’ll see mine. With a limit to lean on and hindsight, it’s here we’ll get along fine.”

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TRUTH SLAVE

When the truth comes to visit and her presence feels your peeve, make sure to let her in then never let her leave. If it’s a one-night stand you’re out for gone she’ll be before first light, but if forever’s on her pillow in your bed she’ll stay all night. Never easy to live with because she’s always in the know, defending your court of conscience when in the wind you blow. Grow old with you she will by your side and for all time, good counsel she will give you across the immortal finish line. From tenant to friend to family she’ll get rooted in your veins, a parasite of propaganda that will infinitely remain, true. to you.”

--- people will die in your life who you will know would have lived longer had you been a better friend --- SELFISH

God, help me to trust myself enough to rely on others respect myself enough to honor others be generous enough with myself to serve others believe in myself enough to have faith in others love myself enough to care for others forgive myself enough to have compassion for others convict myself enough to judge others appreciate myself enough to thank others listen to myself enough to hear others know myself enough to learn from others miss myself enough to stay home be secure enough to leave and pray enough to know You Amen. ”

---- RHYME AND REASON

Gentle rain on Sunday giving rhyme to my reason. Laying ambition down to rest, a lover for my season. She whispers caution to my mind, “Be gentle with tomorrow,” when you put reason to your rhyme.

---- Fuckups, Daymares, Woobly, Lost & Lookin'

“I continually miss the mark, come up short, sin, and am not the man I aim to be—the father, the friend, the husband, the artist I aim to be. I don’t like it, but I wonder: If we’re not missing, coming up short, or sinning enough, maybe we aren’t trying hard enough. Are we not venturing close enough to the front lines of life’s battles? I’m not sure, but I don’t believe that God wants us to stay warm and cozy in the even money exchange rate of doing just enough not to dare sin, failure, or coming up short. To leave this life and arrive home with fewer sins but less victories might even be a sin in itself. I’ve also had plenty of times when the world’s just not making any sense. Times when I’ve been lost in the haze, looking for the dream and not finding it because I couldn’t see through my own fog. Sometimes we figure out what we should do by doing what we shouldn’t enough times to get sick of it. You know how it is. We kiss that fire and walk away whistling enough times we’re gonna eventually chap our lips and lose our tune. I suppose that’s part of the existential struggle—that we gotta go deep enough into the pain to recognize we can’t bear the existence. Far enough into the dark to come out the other side and see the light.”

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DREAM TEAM

Trying to get Truth to meet Honesty, Honesty to hang out with Frank, Frank to hook up with Jiminy Cricket, and Jiminy Cricket to marry Desire. And it’d be nice if they all got along for more than a couple of hours. ---

God, I feel caught between trying to make heaven on earth and trying to get to heaven after I leave here. Do we get more heaven on earth by trying to get there? Or do we get more hell on earth so we can?”

--- DAYMARES

Not the ones that haunt us in the depths of each dark night but the ones we have all day that live out in the light. The monsters we’re afraid of and don’t dare look in the eye the boogeymen we should believe in but constantly deny. The bad wolves we feed the wounds we cut ourselves to bleed the pets that we peeve the lies we heed. The addictions and pains the murders and the shames the blames and bad aims the drains and false claims. The abuse, misuse, and counterfeit incarcerations the proof we never had before the condemnations. The crimes we commit and then falsely acquit the evil we possess but will never admit. ---

Dear God, Seems my sight’s getting in the way of Your sound, so many signs You left me I never found. When everything’s significant there’s no significance at all, I’m down on all fours with nowhere to fall. My eyes are crossed from lookin’ past the clues, reading back to front and missing the news. With everything so certain it’s all in doubt, I’m upside down and inside out. Looking for meaning in every detailed frame, giving every particular its own Proper name. Chasing every drop blind to the rain, I’m paralyzed, confused, and manic in pain. Not seeing the forest for this damn tree, it’s well past time to bend my knee. So I can hear and witness Your tells and suggestions, in the spiritual gym where You exorcise my corrections.

Back in the days when I used to smoke weed, it was Mexican dirt weed. The kind where you passed the joint around, laughed, got the munchies, and hopefully snuck off for some good sex. Somewhere along the way, weed seemed to get on steroids, and instead of being a tiny toke of easy inspiration, it turned into a paralysis puff of fucking analysis. Suddenly, I’d find myself stuck for hours staring at that one grain in that one piece of wood in my ceiling rafters, thinking it was trying to tell me something important. It wasn’t. Hell, one time I missed my own birthday party because I couldn’t quit playing this one song over and over in my car. Yeah, for some reason, it seemed more important for me to listen to Janet Jackson’s “That’s the Way Love Goes” thirty-two times in a fucking row than to show up for the celebration of the day I was born. If every dance step matters too much, we never find our rhythm. If we give every note too much credit, we’ll never hear the song. That’s why I quit smoking.

--- I’ve been trying to criticize my way to superiority. Exaggerating the faults of my neighbor. Instead of biting my tongue I’ve been taking pride in the applause of its uncharitable tune. Forgive me, and at least give me the courage to shut the fuck up instead. We’ve all been caught putting other people down to make ourselves feel better. Applauding louder for their miss than our make. It’s a false sense of security we have, feeling better when other people lose than we do when we win. ---

“not quite sure how to do it wrong, but pretty damn sure i didn’t do it right.”

--- Faith & Doubt Part of the reason my faith isn’t as strong as I wish it was is because of my pride. It gets in the way. Whether that’s the pride I have for knowledge, pride for approval, or the pride I have for self-reliance, my need for certainty, vanity, and independence feeds my doubt and is keeping me from fully surrendering the way true faith requires. I also think pride is the reason a lot of people say they’re “spiritual,” instead of “religious.” To have full faith, you have to throw pride aside.”

DOUBT FAITH

In this life, in our mind, through our eyes, and on each day, doubt is logical and reasonable. Faith is not. Faith does not rid doubt, rather it carries us through it. May our faith outshine our doubt.”

“SOMETIMES

Sometimes I pray for guidance sometimes I bow in confession sometimes I ask for courage or to remember a learned lesson. Sometimes I pray to unload some bullshit that’s weighing me down sometimes I pray for forgiveness to find grace behind my frown. Sometimes I pray for change and the courage to move on to a place that’s hopefully up where I remember what is gone.”

Sometimes prayer’s just a conversation with my conscience testing my creed so the whispers of the Truth can grow from thought to deed. I pray to lean into my blind spots to highlight the laws of beauty To seek and correct my aims with freedom and on duty. To realize that the unseen which I many times deem as opposition is more often just the unknown of a daring proposition. We need skeptics, not cynics. One’s discerning, the other doesn’t believe. ---

mortal regard is a cheap ticket.

raise your head and your eyes will follow.

dare to play the infinite game.

some people hear things, some people don’t. some people see things, some people won’t.”

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Heaven or Not Tomorrow is not today’s measurement when the misery is bad enough. To the suffering, consideration is a privilege. And that is part of what faith and religion are for. To help those in misery hang on to a hope that will most likely not be served them in this life, to sell them belief and faith that they will be served in the next. And what if there is nothing there? Nothing to hope for? No next? I do not know. Either way, in misery here or without a heaven there, not having any hope or faith in anything is a certain way to remain where you are forever. But if you can find something that can keep you going, something, no matter how small, to look forward to and continually have faith in and chase? Well, then your life here will be better than it is now, heaven or not. --- Hey God, I know I make excuses for spending time with You, and the other day before we talked, I was so nervous I got a chew. Can we hang out while I’m Peter Pan? Is that too much freedom for Your guiding hand? Is it all or none, a monk or a bum? I feel like Mr. In Between. And maybe that’s what I am. By the way, does it count when I talk to you while drinkin’ at the bar? Help me be humble enough to seek You and brave enough not to cower. Amen I wrote this in 1999, when I was having trouble believing in myself and forgiving myself at the same time. I was trying to work out how I could admit I was a sinner and forgive my sins, and how and when those concessions were a cop out. Still working on it.

There’s no such thing as an atheist.

We all believe in something, even if that something is nothing.

And just because it’s signed anonymous doesn’t mean it has no author. --- Compassion, Forgiving & Raining Grace

Now, I’m the first one to say that if I’ve done you wrong, sincerely apologized, and you’ve forgiven me, then my first order of business is to start doing whatever I can do not to have to say I’m sorry again. At the same time, if we have any ideals about how the world should be, about how we should act, we need to understand the value of compassion and forgiveness to get there. To some extent, we have to believe in rehabilitation. Some of us screw up because we’re ignorant and just don’t know better. Some of us know exactly how and why we screwed up and still want to make genuine amends for our behavior. I believe that if someone truly wants to seek reconciliation for their poor behavior, we should give them a chance. Who are we to say no to a second chance if our offender recognizes their wrong and comes to us with a heartfelt and accountable plea? Forgiveness is on the way to grace. Grace is amnesty. You get grace when you understand that you don’t deserve it. When none of it matters, and it all does at the same time. Grace is the place between self-reliance and surrender. As well, forgiveness is good for us. Because when we don’t forgive, the anger and spite we hold against our perpetrators can make us physically, mentally, and spiritually ill. Literally. Even when that perpetrator is ourself. So here’s to the sick getting healthy, and the healthy not getting sick.

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“I love everybody in the universe except the bad guys. And thank you, God, for bad guys, because we can still make them into good guys.” —Vida’s prayer, age five”

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Forgive me, I’m sorry, for the guilt of give a damn, insane, a sinner, just who I am. A repeat offender, stuck right where I’ve been, a certified transgressor, over and over again. Stress and guilt are necessary. It means we give a damn. I could be jealous of people who sleep well through the night after whatever offense they’ve committed, but I’m not, because that would mean I don’t give a damn.

--- Stress and guilt are necessary. It means we give a damn. I could be jealous of people who sleep well through the night after whatever offense they’ve committed, but I’m not, because that would mean I don’t give a damn.

“let go to climb hang on to forgiveness”

“can you forgive me, god? can you forgive? god? can you forgive god?”

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FORGIVE ME FATHER FOR I KNOW WHAT I DO

I design for ease and comfort, but the comfort does not agree. With no resistance to overcome, I need self-service to be free. A defining line from then, a connecting thread to now. Seeking stones in the field, to make my road more rocky to plow. Give me chaos to make order of, a need to break a sweat. To suffer for significance, a beating to pay my debt. A wobbly glutton I am, I’ve lost my compass in this haze. I sing songs and speak in tongues, but only advertise Your ways. Until I am tired, sick with guilt from my presumption. An uninvited guest I am, overserved with my consumption. Now I search for gravity, please ground me Father fast. Where proof can show its face again, and I can look in the mirror and ask, for forgiveness.”

God, give me another sip of forgiveness before I am drunk with resentment. The sip allows salvation, but the drink is gonna kill me.

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THE OTHER DAY I WROTE GOD A LETTER.

God, forgive me, I’m trying. And God replied, “Thank you. I would rather you arrive late to my house sweating, in a pair of runners and a hoodie, than arrive early elsewhere in a tuxedo.”

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UNTIL NOW

The patience of grace is not passive, no, grace does not forget. Knowing the past was all part of the plan, she’s never lost a bet. Pressing on with urgency, she always keeps her vow. Knowing every day is the longest time, and forever was until now. ---

AMEN

When responsibility becomes devotion mandates become a choice privilege turns to pride and freedom hears your voice honor becomes invitation solitude gives you rest hope dances with grace and divinity serves you blessed ---

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