All in Due Time...

From my journal (this morning)…

The best story I’ve soaked in of late is my own. The gradual unfolding. The deeper I dive, listen, notice…I’m finding what’s been present all along. The answers to so many things…are contained within. I think we get caught up in the seeking, when the truest, most authentic us has been sitting, waiting for us (all along) to see…

All in due time…

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Thoughts...

As we race to the 2018 finish line…

Some thoughts on this and that.

I’m slowing down, but life isn’t.

My eyes aren’t what they used to be.

This year ushered in a set of bifocals.

My worries are the same most days. Is everyone OK? What needs to be paid?

I’m enjoying shoots more than ever.

The inner critic remains alongside for the ride, more animated than ever. I chalk that up to caring about delivering. When that voice goes, I’ll probably be not far behind it.

I’m slowing down, but life isn’t.

Every morning I write.

Sometimes a little, sometimes a lot. It pairs well with coffee.

I wish I would have started a long time ago.

I’ve been doing push-ups daily for about a year, maybe more.

Good habits compound.

Our kids love each other most days.

They make us smile big one minute, scream the next.

Legos are still a big thing…as are Fort Nite and YouTube.

I’m slowing down, but life isn’t.

The calendar is full through the end of the year. Par for the course that I’ll miss one day.

Sara and I tag in/out more and more these days.

The EveryDay is good.

A backlog of edits loom.

The EveryDay is everything.

The edits make me appreciative.

I’m slowing down, but life isn’t.

The more I slow down, the easier and easier it is to focus.

…to create (and be of) value.

…to make a mark.

Perhaps it’s just the bifocals.

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