It was a beautiful Saturday afternoon. My brother came over to hang out on his brand new Kawasaki… and I thought to myself:
Today is the day that I’m going to finally learn how to ride a motorcycle.
What the heck was I thinking?!
Needless to say, it would be the last time I would ever sit on a bike because within 5 minutes I had successfully crashed my brother’s bike into a neighbors shiny silver Toyota Tacoma, scarring up the back of his SUV while breaking the front of the now less-than-brand-new Kawasaki:
Thankfully I just came away with a few cuts on my legs, a very bruised ego, and an extremely embarassing conversation with my neighbor whom I woke up from a mid-Saturday nap.
Pigs don’t fly, just like I do not ride motorcycles. I think I’ll stick to building websites.
I hope that @Roenne and I have conversations like this one day…
Is this “toxic” or just your typical “black mold”…?
Ugh. That’s what I have to deal with today…
So, what’s your Friday looking like…?
Opportunities are everywhere, especially online.
The problem is that most of them are really, really, really attractive. Most of them don’t necessarily require much time commitment either (this is a lie, btw).
Pipe dreams and hogwash.
They are just distractions that are attempting to derail me from my obvious paths which I need to stay on. These tempting distractions will ultimately stifle and create roadblocks to reach my ultimate goals.
We must resist the temptations!
What are you doing to minimize the distractions of everything that comes your way? Are you doing what is necessary to make sure you don’t get stuck with “good” so that you can get to “great?”
[Image from Pabo76]
I went to a morning breakfast to meet 5 other guys and apparently I didn’t get the memo that it was actually canceled.
Actually, I lied. I did get it (because I remember it vaguely) but I guess it didn’t register with my brain.
My heart sank. This happens all the time.
We are acceptance magnets.
My pastor Andy Stanley said that last week. It is way too true. I’d like to argue that regardless of where you “sit” socially, from being the President of the United States to whatever, you’re still going to desire and move toward those that accept you.
I struggle with feelings of “being accepted” all the time. It’s just within me to be wanted, cherished, desired, and valued. If you don’t give it to me, I’m probably going somewhere else.
Lord, would you remind me that you accept me? Thanks.
This is my 500th post on this blog.
I was trying to think of something creative to write about or something extremely timely or pithy but I have come up with nothing.
And so, my 500th post is just like the first one and it feels very similar… like I’m starting over.
Why is it always like that? Sometimes when you get to the “end” it feels like it’s the “beginning.”
[Image from DidMyself]