Writing At The Red-Line — A 140 Day Streak, 200 Posts, and 50 Articles in 30 Days
…pushing the publish button isn’t the harbinger of personal nuclear destruction I once feared.
…pushing the publish button isn’t the harbinger of personal nuclear destruction I once feared.
Nothing expresses exultation for the joy of living the way dancing does. As I dance before my God, the band playing is “Jehovah’s favorite choir”, the Grateful Dead.
But I didn’t learn the concept of doing the hardest, least pleasant thing, first, from Mark Twain, Brian Tracy, or Saimadhu. I got it from my Uncle Kurt building houses and learning the construction trade.
Only occasionally did we see a light in a window. Still, Dom suggested I pull off into one of the front yards where we could sleep. He insisted we could set up my tent beside my Toyota, or sleep under the stars in our sleeping bags.
I didn’t dare try to dissuade him from mingling those aphorisms from Poor Richard’s Almanac and other dubious sources into a melting pot of wisdom.
…you and me are defined more by what we like and allow in than by what we hate and keep out.
No one would define the good life as the one in which you fail to be as bad as you could have been.
I didn’t learn about the application of means and ends to my life until after I’d already confused them royally.
The negotiating you do with yourself determines your results.