In my last post, The Other Fifteen, I promised I would go into some examples in my own life where experiencing Resistance pointed to the thing I most needed to do. In War Of Art, Stephen Pressfield…
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Boredom (Or Binging On Breaking Bad)
Here it is, Day 2. Well, guess I’m doing okay so far! In the Tim Ferriss – Seth Godin I was listening to the other day, Neil Gaiman, one of my favorite contemporary fiction authors,…
Daily Blogging: Dream or Discipline?
I’ve been thinking a lot about the term “impresario,” and what that means in today’s culture of web 2.0, social media, and hyper-connectivity. For those of you who are unfamiliar with the term, an “impresario”…
Transition
About a month ago, I said my last goodbyes to my Nashville friends and packed my little car with what I decided would be worth taking – or at least, not worth leaving behind –…
Prince Is Not Dead
photo courtesy of factmag.com When I was going to school at the University of Louisville, one of my good friends at the time, Stacey, had picked up a record – well, actually it was a…
It’s Christmas…
It’s Christmas… and very nearly a new year. I can hardly believe it. I can also hardly believe that it’s been over ten months since I’ve written a blog post! That’s not only bad form, it’s embarassing!…
A Lesson From Meg Murray
IMG source http://dannimcgriffith.files.wordpress.com/2013/04/talosian1.jpg In Madeleine L’Engle’s A Wrinkle In Time, young Meg Murray must save her brother, Charles Wallace, from IT, a huge, menacing thing in the form of a human brain. Soon after arriving on the…
The Magic Of “Who Gives A Fuck?”
Since my third move back to Nashville, Monday before last, life has been more or less a nonstop adventure. True, logistics have occupied much of my days – driving back and forth between here and…
Road Reverie
If you’ve been driving long enough, you start to get this sense of surreal detachment… almost a dream state, where you’re not tired, but you’re not fully awake either – you’re just… driving. The world…
Back In The “Groove”
As the days unfold, and the time to go back down South approaches, time speeds up. And all at once, I find I am to be gone on Friday, not Saturday as planned, and my…