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the terrain.

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our path.

why I write.

I’m blessed.  My life story is boring.  No tragic events.  No astonishing feats of world fame.  Just somewhere in the middle.  If anyone should be happy, it’s me.

But life isn’t logical… and, that’s why I write.

 

I’ve learned to believe in better… in me, in us, and in what we do.

This blog is about taking action… through storytelling… about our collective journey to be our best selves.  The scenery is awesome, with something to learn at every bend!

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discovering "me", Presence

24 hours in late November.

This morning I walked to my office.  I wish I remembered a jacket.  The wind and rain chilled me to … Continue reading 24 hours in late November.

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I was born for this!

Ever have that feeling? Something just feels natural. You can’t remember a time where it was hard for you? Here … Continue reading I was born for this!

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counting drips…

When Brennan was 8-years old we heard him giggling in the back seat of our car riding to a soccer … Continue reading counting drips…

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one soul, two voices.

I recently stepped away from an amazing team and a great career. A long-term whisper in my head was now … Continue reading one soul, two voices.

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“a” is for…

Nope!… not apple. Let me explain. Step 1.  First, think about something you accomplished recently… something that took effort and … Continue reading “a” is for…

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a box on the beach.

The journey is about becoming our best, whole self.  Becoming implies action… moving… changing.  And this takes courage… and usually, … Continue reading a box on the beach.

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