don’t let ritual get in the way of life

Gray Aft Agley

A little more than a month ago my partner and I had a very private commitment ceremony. After six years together, it was time to express the intention of continuing to weave our lives together. Being the…

just do the next thing

I’m just no good at life! — almost everyone, at some point.

Eldest daughter has been having a rough time of it the last couple of days. With her permission, I get to share a little of it, because it’s a great illustration of a couple of solid survival practices.

how to make sense of a chaotic world

Framing Ferguson

measure success with love

“Ya Got Trouble, My Friend…”

“Oh, this is a refined operation, son, and I’ve got it timed down to the last wave of the brakeman’s hand on the last train outta town.”
- Harold Hill, the Music Man

The Defining Moment, Part 11: Positive & Negative

“You Keep on Using That Word…” — Inigo Montoya

When someone says something discouraging, have you ever remarked — either out loud, or to yourself — that “negative reinforcement doesn’t…

Show Up for Success; Final Evaluations; Searching for Love

searching for what you love

Everything I needed to know

about Love

I learned from a Search Engine

Part of my day job is “CMS Administrator.” CMS is geekspeak for “Content Management…

The Next Thing, Framing Ferguson, & Seeing Love

succeed by showing up

The Numbers Game, part 1

Any technique will work, so long as you relentlessly work it. It’s a numbers game. That is, success is a pure function of the law of large numbers. — Nick Murray

Defining Moment, Part 13: Final Evaluations

The Consequence Hero

Everybody, sooner or later, sits down to a banquet of consequences.
– Robert Louis Stevenson

The Defining Moment, Part 12: Far Enough?

The Saddest Word is “Almost”

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Rituals, Doing what you love, and “Far Enough”?

choosing to see love

A Child of the ‘80’s Chooses Life

For me it happened at about age 15. I’d just finished what was the darkest year of my teenage angst, and I was not a happy camper. I had pouted and brooded my way most of the way through, unhappy with the same…