I reached the fuck it factor. It’s a period of time where you can’t see a clear path and sort of give up and say, “Fuck it, I’m tired of trying.” Huh, it’s not the first time I’ve been there and I imagine won’t be the last either. This time, I watched my old favorite The Matrix and Morpheus reached out of the TV and reminded me… “There is a difference between knowing the path and walking the path.” (Morpheus to Neo) It may sound like what we’ve all heard before, that we...
Before President Wilson declared Mother’s Day an official U.S. holiday in 1914, there had been many previous incarnations of “Mom’s Events” before the turn of the century. “As early as the 1850s, West Virginia women’s organizer Ann Reeves Jarvis held Mother’s Day work clubs to improve sanitary conditions and try to lower infant mortality by fighting disease and curbing milk contamination, according to historian Katharine Antolini of West Virginia Wesleyan College.” (http://news.nationalgeographic.com/news/2012/05/110511-mothers-day-dark-history-jarvis-nation-gifts-facts/) Groups of Mom’s gathered to help each other in caring for children. Other guilds were activists who aided in rehabilitation for injured soldiers from the Civil War and...
“What will you do now?” solicits my lawyers. “What do you really, really want?” beg my friends. “How will you make the payment?” demands the mortgage broker. Gandalf reminds me, “All [you] have to decide is what to do with the time that is given [you].” Oh, is that all? I’ve never wanted what Richard Rohr warns about in Falling Upward, his book about the second half of life. “Merely to survive and preserve our life is a low-level instinct that we share with good little lizards.” I like the Wizard more than the Lizard. Having an internal belief that...
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