There are things that happen in life that don’t make any sense at all.
You hear someone describing what just happened with words, language, sound, but time had already stood still. Everything that your ears are picking up on is just blurred noise.
Those words can’t possibly be real.
They don’t come any slower or clearer.
You know its what you heard. But you didn’t really hear it.
My wife, Julia, heard the words from one of the administrators at her workplace, a group home organization for individuals living with severe Autism.
His name was Matt, a coworker who handled all of the maintenance requests at the various houses where the residents live. Matt was a father of 2 young boys, around the same age as our kids. …
I am not a commodity to be traded on an open market.
I am a gift.
And it’s about time I come to grips with the full scope of who I am, the strengths I possess and the spark that I bring to the world.
I hope I can inspire you to do the same, because I believe the same truths about every one of you.
You are beautiful.
Despite what feedback you’ve received from the world.
Some of you have been told…
The question brushes up against our deepest core needs as humans.
Our need for significance… and meaning.
Our need for community… and love.
Our need to activate our gifts… and to be ourselves fully.
Why isn’t anyone paying attention to what I’m trying to do in the world?
Nobody shows up to read my posts.
Nobody shows up to buy my products or services.
Nobody shows up to join my list.
Nobody shows up.
Welcome to the club.
There are aspiring businesses, bloggers, writers, artists, coaches, products, and more just waiting for their chance to be seen. …
She writes it on her skin.
In blood. With a fucking knife.
Just because you’re not cutting, doesn't mean you’re immune. The voices haunt you too.
Maybe it’s the dead end job you complain about. Or the politics. The relationship. The marriage. The bills. The bank account. The ________.
Is it really someone else’s fault? The blame… It‘s got to fall somewhere, right?
You’re not happy.
You’re actually not even sad.
You’re fucking numb.
The numbness set in so long ago, you don’t even remember the last time you cried. …