I have a list of goals for next year I wrote today. They are practical, attainable, and…boring.
I just tore them up.
I’m tired of boring. I’ve spent two years being safe, complacent, and invisible.
No more boring and attainable. This year it is scary, exciting, and impossible.
I don’t know what that means yet, but I’m praying about it.
What are you going to do this year?
Happy new year.
Love this guy, relentless pursuit of authenticity. This particular post really resonated with me as I have been really thinking about my speech, and the weight it carries.
Whether it is a dude who makes fat “jokes” or freely using the comeback “Your mom!” around someone who’s mother has died, we need to be less ignorant, more aware, and probably ten-times more sensitive to those around us than we typically are.
The words you choose matter. Take the clip below as an example -
I have recently started reading “Quitter” by Jon Acuff. In a chapter talking about figuring out what exactly your dream is he talks about “hinge moments”
“A hinge moment occurs when you are planning to do something standard and normal, something you’ve done many times before, like turn a key in the ignition. And then seemingly out of nowhere, something, a small detail usually, hinges you in a different direction. A chance encounter at the grocery store, a stranger’s random comment, one line in an article you read pushes you to a place you were not expecting to go – Page 44″
In reading this, I began to reflect on hinge moments in my life, one in particular came to mind-
Johnny Cash is the man. That is all.
From the hands it came down
From the side it came down
From the feet it came down
And ran to the ground
Between heaven and hell
A teardrop fell In the deep crimson dew
The tree of life grew Continue reading
