I was almost killed in a car accident last night, which kinda puts things in perspective, ya know? Gimme a minute to explain. With my daughter and son-in-law being separated, my wife, son and I are living with my daughter, five-year-old grandson and 10-month-old granddaughter. It’s a lively house, to be certain. We all get … Continue reading That Time I Almost Died Last Night
Being brutally honest here, I have days when I simply do not like that fifty-year-old dude staring back at me in the mirror. I'm not as thin as I used to be. I'm not as young as I used to be. The enemy of my soul, as well as my own self-doubts, combine to really … Continue reading God Don’t Make No Junk (i.e. “Loving Yourself”)
My classmates and I from the graduating class of 1985 are turning 50 this year. That's just crazy to me, honestly. There's a Facebook message a few of my female classmates have posted which talks about how they're not ashamed of getting older. It's a message of embracing their age, not despising it. I love … Continue reading The Struggles of Turning 50
I went to see the new Thor movie with my family last week. We were about 20 minutes into it when I realized my 4-year-old grandson, Joshua, was way too hyper to remain still and quiet for another two hours, so I decided to take him home and let him run it out. Joshy loved the … Continue reading Life: It’s Not All About You
My granddaughter, Miss Jenna-Marie, was born last week. She’s the spitting image of her mama (my daughter, Jess), and her brother, Joshua, which brought on all kinds of “circle of life” feelings on my part. Fueling these cyclical thoughts was my wife’s aunt passing away a few days before my grandchild was born. So it … Continue reading God Takes Delight In You
If you’re looking for the ugly, vile and putrid in life, it’s there. But if you CHOOSE to look for it, I think you’ll find the glory in this world far outweighs the gloom. Like when you’re taking a walk, and suddenly look up and see one of the most beautiful sunsets you’ve ever witnessed.
The dark cloud of depression can be emotionally crippling, can it not? We keep swallowing all that vile bitterness, not wanting to burden anyone. Suffering in silence. Sometimes our friends and family are aware and sometimes they’re not. Some interpret our depression as laziness, while others see it as a serious lack of motivation. Well, maybe it’s laziness, maybe it’s age, maybe it’s chronic fatigue, but maybe, just maybe, it’s depression. I'm here to say I feel ya, but I'm not giving in. I'm not gonna quit, and you can't either.
I’m tired. So very tired. Although I have yet to discover the secret to boundless energy, I've decided to surround myself with those who do. You may not remember it, but long ago, before life beat you into submission, you used to run and play. You laughed and drank water from the garden hose and tied a towel around your neck as a cape to help you fly. Yes, you did, you just don't remember it.
Sometimes I literally have to speak to the old dude staring back at me in the mirror. "Make peace with him," I say. "You're older, you're not as thin. Look at him. Make peace with him. His wife loves him. His children love him. His grandson and his parents love him. You must love him, too." We can allow the aging process to blanket our entire soul, or we can acquiesce to the inescapable, and cultivate an appetite for the artistry and charm of life.
Is something holding you back from loving with all your heart, and if so, what are you afraid of? Since telling stories is what I love to do the most in this life, allow me to give you access to a conversation between my wife and I, from nearly 30 years ago, that, up to now, nobody else but her and I were privy to. It’s difficult for me to be so vulnerable, but I feel there are many people who are holding back in life, terrified of being hurt. As far as I’m concerned, however, life is a beautiful, amazing, breath-taking adventure, and I'm all in.