Sometimes the best thing that can happen is exactly what we don’t want to have happen.
It’s been my experience that disappointments have a way of internally refining us far more than met desires do…if we let them.
We don’t have to like when it happens this way. We certainly don’t wish for it. But as long as we don’t freak out when it does happen, we can emerge on the other side, better for it.
In what can only be describes as a paradox, sometimes the thing that makes us better, is, at least initially or longer, the thing we don’t see or understand.
Hang in there. It’s a process. There’s more happening than you and I can know.
It’s the same song, just with different verses.
One by one they hit life’s stage, play to mass appeal, then things shift. Continue reading
I mentioned it in the first post of The Public Speaking Waltz, but it’s worth repeating… nerves are an expected, normal part of speaking in front of an audience. If you’re a speaker and you’re not a bit nervous before delivering your message, it’s probably time to stretch yourself with developing a new talk. Continue reading
Have you ever read one of those fill-in-the-blank-phobia lists?
Who knew there was scriptophobia – fear of writing in public? (Did those two lines just prove I’m not affected?) Not surprising however, is the existence of Continue reading
We’re not hostages.
We’ve not been stripped of our freedom. Circumstances can’t do it. Uncontrollable elements of our past can’t do it. We still cling to an ability. Continue reading
I had just graduated from college. Law school was in my future. After untold hours of preparation, application-completing, essay-writing, hundreds of dollars of fees, and not a few prayers, I waited for the answers to come. Continue reading
Twenty-one steps. A crisp about-face. A pause for twenty-one seconds. Then twenty-one steps in the new direction.
Then it’s repeated. For thirty minutes. Then a changing of the guard, and a new man begins his watch. Continue reading
Nearly four years have passed, yet I can still smell the road salt.
Dateline: February 2010 – a month of shoveling, aching backs, and memories. Continue reading