As a kid I used to wonder how God heard everyone’s prayers. Now I wonder how God keeps up with social media feeds.
We spend so much time and energy trying to make it through the tasks of each day that we often lose sight of the big picture. Life goes by fast. The x’s on the calendar squares. The monthly pages flying off. Faster and faster all the time. You need to pay attention to what’s really important. The people in your life and nurturing your relationships with them. That’s what really matters.
If dreams are the exciting things that don’t happen in your life, then I must have a boring life. I dreamed that I went to the dentist.
There’s a new Fantasy Island movie where your darkest fantasies come true. Where’s the dark version of the Love Boat?
I bought a new pen. It was actually a pack of three pens. I’ve spent so long using pens from hotels or trade show booths that I’ve not really thought about what kind of pens I like. I had gotten some fine point sharpies, which I liked the look of, but they are unreliable when I started to write with them. The uniball pens are filled with such promise. It feels good in my hand and the fine black line is smooth and steady. I mostly just take notes with pens, but it is still exciting to see where these pens take me.
When I see the shadows of the turkey vultures circling I wonder what they know that I don’t know. I check myself for mortal wounds.
I see a lot of trash on the side of the road when I run. Every single discarded item has many elements to its story. How it was made, when it was purchased—and sometimes the most interesting story of all—how it wound up on the side of the road.
Most trash is just wantonly dropped out the window with no thought about the ramifications, but I’ve written about how a broken smartphone ended up on the shoulder of a rural road. I’ve noticed how a love poem was smeared by the rain. But I cannot imagine any story to explain how the medical exam table—complete with stirrups—was discarded alongside this wooded road.
Daily activities are much less interesting when shared on a weekly basis.
Life is not about what you do, but it’s about who you do it with.