Our regular output is more a product of our habits than of our decisions. Or so they say. So pick something you wish you did well, and start by doing it frequently. Don’t worry about the quality. Don’t worry about the product. Habituate the process, and then once that machine is up and running, go ahead and make adjustments, add gears, and pour in more power. But first, get rolling.
Everything Is a Habit
Feb 14
Are We There Yet?
Aug 9
From time to time I get lost in my mind When thoughts let go of now and turn to meaning: A peek above the hedge to seek and find A bigger picture of life's path so fleeting. At times my passions mapped a path quite bold Across the landscape seen by eyes so young, But more and more now that I have grown older My visions of horizons come undone. For forty years my future was so certain; The path would blur but the compass point stayed clear. But now all roads are hidden by rain curtains, And far as I can tell my goal's no nearer Than when I first set out so long ago. Are roads and maps and trips an empty show?
Shower Questions
May 10
“A foolish consistency is the hobgoblin of little minds, adored by little statesmen and philosophers and divines.” So says Ralphy E. But I say publishing consistency is the bugbear of creators, adored by advertisers and algorithms and subscribers. Also, how did the semi-helpful trickster sprite become a tribal warrior opponent of first-level wilderness adventurers? Seems like a strange journey, and one made even stranger by how few bother to ask the question.
The One Thing I Know
Mar 18
Four and a half years ago, I was thinking about someone I loved very deeply, who was suffering terrible pain that I felt I couldn’t do anything to ease. And I was thinking about my own pain, past and present. I was thinking of losses I had experienced, and some of my darkest moments of doubt and despair. And I was thinking about many others I knew or had known, who struggled. And some who lost the struggle. Not knowing what else to do with my thoughts and my feelings, I wrote a letter to everyone in the world.
I keep meeting new people who need this message. I keep discovering I need to hear it again myself. So here it is, in the hopes that it reaches one more person who needs it.
I’m doing fine, by the way. But life is pretty rough sometimes, isn’t it?
Look. I know you are stressed. I know you are anxious.
You think things are spinning out of control. Or maybe you think things are permanently stuck and will never change. Or maybe even both.
You are staying above water for now, but you see swells on the horizon that you know will eventually break over your head, and you don’t know how you’ll survive it this time. You don’t recall how you survived it last time.
Maybe you’ve lost your purpose. Or never had one. Or have a very clear mission in life that you understand is impossible.
Everything you thought was certain has turned to sand. Everything you thought would get better has gotten worse. People you expected would always be there are now gone, or soon will be.
You wonder about your worth, your value, your contribution, your impact. Or you regret the impact of your past actions or words. You’ve done things that can never be undone no matter how much you wish otherwise, or you just lack the courage to do the things you know you really should.
Your opportunity will never come. It’s slipping away. It’s long, long gone.
Your happiest moments only touch a part of you, while another hidden you experiences them as if through thick glass.
You just don’t know what to do or who to be or where to turn.
I get that.
You are loved.
I won’t say that none of the rest of it matters, but a part of me believes that, in the face of this one truth, the rest matters less.
You are loved.
I believe you are loved by your Creator. I know you are loved by other people who know you. If I know you even a little, I either love you already or am working on learning to love you. (Please be patient.) Many others are, too.
And even if you no longer know what matters, or know that nothing matters any more, or darkly suspect that nothing has ever mattered, this does matter.
You are loved. Even if you can only find one person who loves you, that is huge. It is immense, and powerful, and real. Even if you don’t know who it is that loves you, I guarantee that there is someone.
Your connection to someone else matters to them. Let it matter to you.
Together, you and they can get through this. Together, we can get through this. I mean it.
You are loved.
I have been there, and Love has pulled me through. You can do this. We can do this. Because you are loved.