The Pitfalls of Perceived Potential

Remember all those awards they used to give out at the end of the school year when you were in Middle and High School?  You can picture what I’m talking about, right?  They were so fancy; a full-color inkjet border on thick, marbled paper; your name scrawled in calligraphy; a foil leaf star or medal pressed onto the corner.  If you’re my age or younger, you probably got one for every activity you participated in, and while some of them were great, others were. . . a stretch.

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Living Seasonally

There is a packet of nasturtium seeds in the junk drawer in my kitchen.  Early in the morning or late at night, when the house is quiet, I can hear them calling out to me.  Their voices are soft, but powerful; they speak of growth, potential, and the glories of a long, golden summer.  They want to be planted—to stretch their roots and reach for the sky.  The only problem is, it hasn’t been time yet.  As I am in the occasional habit of speaking to inanimate things I respond, telling them as much.  They just won’t listen.

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Committing to the Plunge—An Update on The Novel

Have you ever stood at the edge of a dock, toes curled and suspended above the blue, deep water?  To jump off requires a binding commitment to the force of gravity.  Once off the edge there is no reversing course; you will fall into the lake; you will submerge.  Deciding to jump is a commitment to this eventuality.

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In Defense of Procrastination

If there were twenty-eight hours in the day, what would you do with the extra four?  Would you spend it on work, family, or yourself?  Would you get more done, or maybe just—sleep?  I think most of us imagine we’d devote it to that project we want to take on but never seem to have time for—the one we’ve been procrastinating.

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“I Love You Because”—Choosing to Love Intentionally

If I said I wasn’t interested in unconditional love, would you think I’m crazy?  Would you hit the back button as quickly as possible, black-list this blog, and write me off as some kind of sociopath?  Surely, you’d think I’m insane; unconditional love is the pinnacle, the epitome, the ultimate level of emotional attachment, right?

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