The last days of anything are usually stressful. The last days before you move. The last days at an old job. The last days as a single person. Even the last days before a child. But nothing compares to the last days before the end. The real end. Nearly seven years ago, I welcomed this small, black baby giant into my life that would forever change me. In the last 6+ years, she’s shown me friendship, gratitude and how caring for something more than yourself truly works, even before Jovi came around. Through it all, we have battled torsion, which nearly took her life at six months old, a terrible gastrointestinal system, a tail we had to cut more than a foot off of and life changes that affected us both…but the one thing that remained constant was us. Together. Maike has been family to me. At 125 pounds and nearly…Continue Reading
A couple of weeks ago, I wrote a blog on what happens when your comfortable goes away. In my case, it was my job. It was a good paying job in an awesome environment with people I had grown to love. But the economy isn’t in the best place, and being a contractor, I was one of the first to go. I completely get it. No hard feelings. Plus, I still get to hang out and work with them a few days a month, which I’m sure is all of me that they can handle. For the past 45 days, I have been freelancing. In terms that people who don’t do this kind of work, it means waking up every day, hustling your butt off, not having normal hours and watching your emails explode on a daily basis. But it’s been a blast. Sure, there are days I wonder if…Continue Reading
It’s been a few weeks since I have written and shared. But I have some good reasons. A week after I got back from Storyline in San Diego, ready to take on the world, stop most of my freelance and focus on a real passion, More Than, I lost my job. One has to love the economy right now right? I went from a contract design job that was paying me well, affording me the opportunity to work with some of the biggest companies in the world, giving me someone who was teaching me a ton and gathering with another source of community day in and day out to now wondering what is next. Wondering how I am going to make it and simply scaring the hell out of me a bit. It would be different if it was just me in this world. I can live on Frosted Shredded…Continue Reading
This past week, I spent a few days in San Diego going through Storyline. Storyline is simply a way to “Gain focus, clarity, inspiration and a deep sense of meaning” through telling and living your story. I take notes a lot different than a lot of people. My head goes all ADD if I don’t find a way to engage. So, they look a little different than the bulleted list most people use. But I thought some people could take something from the week and use it in their life and in their story. So, here’s my notes, some of my thoughts and the most important takeaways from the conference.
I spent the last few days  in San Diego, a place where I still wonder why they have weathermen, attending the Storyline Conference. I’ll talk more of that later this week, but the last quote we were left with was this one. One from an atheist, which is always interesting knowing this was mostly a Christian conference. But the quote, the quote is beautiful. And it’s a quote for anyone creative…hey, forget that, for everyone. Write every day, line by line, page by page, hour by hour. Do this despite fear. For above all else, beyond imagination and skill, what the world asks of you is courage, courage to risk rejection, ridicule and failure. As you follow the quest for stories told with meaning and beauty, study thoughtfully but write boldly. Then, like the hero of the fable, your dance will dazzle the world. – Robert McKee
I grew up in a family where we were taught to see the best in people. See their hearts. See them for not who they tried to pretend to be, but who they are in the inside. Who they want to be. As a kid, I watched my dad bring people into his office, our car, our house and even our family. Each time, he and my mother treated them like family, like someone worthy of their time. It’s hard, when you grow up in that, to not model that in your own life. To desire to love people just like that, because in fact, we are called to do that. I really try to see the best in people. I could give some church reason like “that’s what Jesus does,” or some other silly “why,” but it simply comes down to the fact that my parents modeled that for…Continue Reading
The barbershop I go to is a lot different than the ones you’re probably used to. Mine is a little grunge, a lot hipster, loud with rock music, walls lined with vinyl records and show posters and always packed. I love it. It may take a lot longer to get a cut, but where else can you talk about Motorhead and Skee-Lo all in the same visit? You get to talk to interesting people there, that is if they look up long enough from the Wired Magazine or the Official Bourbon Country guide book long enough to acknowledge you. And each person in there is unique. From the incredibly hipster to the corporate businessman, there is a huge variety of people. All unique. All different. All set apart. I have no idea how it happened today, but a conversation was struck up by a few of us waiting to get…Continue Reading
Very rarely do I deal or process with something I read for long periods of time. Love Does is one example of this because it changed the way I thought and acted relationally and internally. But outside of that, I can’t name many other instances. I may hold onto sections of it, quotes or takeaways, but never just battle. Then I started going through John 5. If you’re not familiar with it, the story centers around a 38-year old man who is afflicted with an unknown disease or disability that keeps him from walking and requires him to be cared for by others. As has become his normal, he sits on the banks of this pool, hoping to be healed. As Jesus enters the area, he identifies the man and walks up to him, asking him probably the single most important question ever asked. “Do you want to be made…Continue Reading
I have some pretty fantastic friends. They are there for J and I and completely accept my weirdness, creativity and living in the cloud ways. But even more, they are people I want to be like. People that sacrifice for others, fight for the underprivileged and put themselves second a lot. One of these friends, or family as we call ourselves, is Brian and Anne. Both of them got the honor of meeting me about a year and a half ago. I met Brian at the Clucker’s on the UofL campus, which is honestly never a good place to meet someone. We can talk about that part later. I met Anne not long after, but I really don’t remember that meeting. I may have tried to block that out of my mind. Our friendship has developed over the last 12-16 months. We found that our stories were crazy, we had…Continue Reading
My days are sometimes crazy…and I love it that way. From getting Jovi ready in the morning, fighting for some semblance that I at least tried to make her look decent for school and convincing her we don’t have any doughnuts, to working and then taking care of my ‘daddy’ duties at night, the days are jam packed. So my drives to and from work are usually the times I think, I talk to God, I contemplate saving the whales and how to design a lawnmower that runs like a Roomba (do not steal my idea…I swear I will hunt you down). On the commute to Jovi the other day, which is usually a long and arduous task because people seem to lose their minds on I-64 and the Watterson, I prayed. I began asking God about the season I am in, the struggles, the desires I have and why…Continue Reading