Recently, I’ve gotten in the habit of waking up somewhere between midnight and 3 am, staying up for a while, having a cup of coffee, and then continuing my sleep. This morning I followed this pattern, waking at 2:30 am. I made coffee, I enjoyed a couple of cups, I had breakfast, then I drifted…
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Goodbye 2025
Today is New Year’s Eve, the last day of 2025. It is just after 5 AM, and I’m enjoying a cup of coffee as the dryer hums in the background, and the dim light in my office casts a golden glow. My thoughts are of goodbyes and hellos, past versions of myself meeting new ones,…
When Enjoyment Becomes Obligation
This morning, I read an excellent blog post about how the Author goes through periods of reading and periods of not reading, and his feelings about it. His experience mirrors my own, but not just with reading. I experience this with most kinds of media. There’s an ebb and flow to my personal media consumption,…
More Than a Mug
“The feel of a perfectly shaped coffee mug as it’s cupped in both hands. Warm. Cozy. Comfort.”, a quote from my about page, in the section about things that bring me joy. It’s a simple thing, but sometimes I think there’s more joy to be squeezed from those little moments that could go unnoticed, except…
Fall Walk – I match the leaves!
I match the changing leaves today! 🙂
I walked by myself this morning. I woke up with swelling in my hands and feet, my legs were pretty sore, and I was later going to walk than I planned to be.
I went anyway.
Today I was reminded of a couple different things, the first is that progress isn’t linear. The hilly one mile walk was harder this time. I didn’t jog at all either, I couldn’t. It was a struggle the whole time. The humidity was high and I could tell the difference. The benches along the way taunted me, but I kept going, slow and steady.
The second thing that I was reminded of is that sometimes God’s plan is different than our own. Toward the end of my walk a lady passed me and I noticed the roasary in her hand. I told her is was beautiful and she said that she prays the roasary when she walks.
I listen to worship music when I walk.
Two women, both walking in a beautiful park, surrounded by leaves changing colors, both of us worshiping in our own way. It was a beautiful moment, and it made me grateful that I started my walk later and that I hadn’t been able to jog. If any of those variables had been different, I wouldn’t have seen the woman praying her rosary.
Where the Tide Speaks
This post is part of the November IndieWeb Carnival, hosted by Alex Cirac, and the topic is Cycles and fluctuations. Seasons mark the end and the beginning. It doesn’t matter if you’re talking about seasons in nature, life, or even seasons of your favorite TV show. The fact that there is a beginning and an…
Burned Out? – A Snow Day Reminder That We Deserve Rest
Have you ever felt burned out or overwhelmed? Maybe you’ve had some difficult situations recently, or it could be that all of the small things have piled up day to day, and you feel like you’re drowning. We’ve all felt that overwhelm at some point in our lives, unfortunately. It doesn’t matter what’s led you…