The most valuable resource on the planet isn’t petroleum or gold, it’s time. And everyone is only given a little bit of it. But time itself is static. It lacks energy. Energy is what pushes us through life. Like time, energy is a precious resource. We gain energy from the sun, and from consuming other life forms that also took its energy from the sun. We use that energy in our waking time, and recharge when we sleep. Energy is…
In America, most of us work our assess off all year to get away for a couple of weeks to places where we don’t have to work and we can turn off our brains. We call it vacation. The rest of the world calls it holiday. And, as it turns out, the rest of the world enjoys a lot more of it than we do in America. Nonetheless, the concept of vacation is to go away to recharge our spirits…
You’ll often see me tweet the same blog posts over and over. When I write one, I push it onto my Facebook and Google+ pages and into my Linkedin stream – once. But I’ll tweet it several times over the course of a couple days. If you haven’t noticed, Twitter is different. Nobody goes and hangs out on someone’s Twitter page waiting for them to tweet something. No, on Twitter we are all swimming in a big pool together. We…
Life is funny. I didn’t even like children before we had one. But since then, well, let’s just say that I tend to gravitate to kids more than adults in mixed social settings. I think this is because I never completely transitioned out of childhood. And it took having a child of my own for me to realize it. Since Agatha was a little girl, we’ve played together. Hard. Whether that meant creating adventures with little plastic animals on the…
Life is a path. And from the moment we’re born until the day we die, we’re on it. We don’t always see the path. Hell, most of us don’t even realize we’re moving along one. But we are. And it’s not the same path for any of us. Though they are all relative. They all move you through life. Until they end. And you expire. As children, our paths are determined for us. We have no control over where we’re…
I’ve had one tattoo for 22 years. It’s a heart ripped in two. Don’t laugh. It’s on my right shoulder and it’s absolutely significant. Today I got my second tattoo. It’s on my left shoulder. It too is significant. With all the change coming at me this year, combined with my age (47), it’s easy to point at things I’m doing lately (quitting smoking, dieting, tattoo, etc.) and think I’m going through a mid-life crisis. And I suppose I may…
