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Stop Sabotaging Your Life

No seriously. Stop. Today. Just decide. It’s nobody’s else’s fault. It’s your fault. Fix it. I made the decision some years ago to do some internal tidying up. I Marie Kondo-ed my life. In case you’ve been living under a rock, Marie is the Japanese cleaning guru who asks the question, “Does it spark joy?” If the answer is “no” then get rid of it. This works for closets, drawers and entire rooms. It will also work for your life. Figuring out what’s cluttering up you is simple if you’re honest. Write it down. There’s too much drama in my life. I have hurtful conflicts with people. I’m married but I cross the line with other women. I’m broke and …

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Lasts

I saw a quote from an unknown author the other day and honestly, it’s haunting me. At some point in your childhood, you and your friends went outside to play together for the last time and nobody knew it. That’s it isn’t it? That’s life. We’re born, we grow up too fast, and as many times as we promise ourselves to savor every minute, the minutes rush from the flood gates and overwhelm our days. Perhaps this quote will help. I printed it out and put it on my desk – a reminder that “lasts” happen every day. Last conversations, last hugs, last chances, and last wishes. It’s Christmas time. At some point, stop and take a good look around. …

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The Lost Boy

Just like clockwork, there was a familiar enthusiastic knock on the front door. Nearly every morning, Jaylen the eight-year-old boy from next door would rap on the door looking for food, something to do or…well, really anything. “It’s Jaylen again,” Lindsey calls to her husband as she opens the door and he scurries in. Like most boys his age, Jaylen is a bundle of energy. He’s a sweet little boy with an enormous smile and an infectious laugh. He lives with his grandparents a few acres down the hill from Lindsey’s home. But he’s rarely there. He leaves the house in the morning, plays on the farm, gets lost in the woods, and hangs out at the neighbor’s house. One …

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Egg Salad and So Much More

My grandma made the most incredible egg salad sandwiches. She’d make me two: one for now, one for later. She’s been gone for fifteen years and I can still taste them. My cousin Katie has received an angel Christmas ornament every year for more than two decades. First from her grandmother. Then, after she passed away, from her grandfather. Today, just weeks after her grandfather passed, she received one from her mom. Sometimes the world brings me down. There’s so much heartbreak. It often overwhelms. But then, I turned to social media and asked people what they’re grateful for. Only minutes later… Hearing my daughter’s heartbeat. My son and my health. My wife’s face. I found a living donor who …

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Scarred and Thankful

It’s a shallow life that doesn’t give a person a few scars ~ Garrison Keillor July 29, 1979. For so many years, I wished I could turn back the clock and relive that sunny summer Sunday——the day a simple bike ride turned into a horrific accident that left me scarred and forever changed. I was twelve-years-old and I was on the same bike trail I’d ridden a hundred times before. Only this time, the culvert over a six-foot ditch had been removed. I found myself airborne, speeding head-first toward the sun-hardened clay below. Instinctively, I broke my fall by raising my left arm over my face. I heard a grotesque snap. My arm was broken in half at the elbow. …