For every hundred words I post there are another five hundred no one will ever see. Not all paintings hang on walls. Not all music is played on a stage. Not all words are part of the final book or post. It doesn’t make you any less of an artist or writer or musician....
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Tonight Kady asked me if I was posting once a day again. I said yes. And she said “forever?” It made me laugh but it also made me think. I don’t have forever. Which is why it’s so important to me to do this every day. To keep up with it and keep the...
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A donkey will freeze in place when it’s afraid and will not move until it knows it’s safe. I’m not a donkey expert but I am a Margot expert. And I know when I’m being stubborn like that there’s something else going on. Digging your heels in might feel like you’re saving yourself. Fighting...
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I ran into someone I used to coach at the park today. I haven’t seen them in five or six years. We took the kids up to a different part of the park and wandered around for a bit. We weren’t even going to go but changed our minds at the last second. As...
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Take a day off. That’s it. That’s the post. Taking my own advice tomorrow. Going to get sprinkle donuts in the morning for the boys and then go on an adventure....
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We have thousands of thoughts a day. Hundreds of interactions. We wake. We move. We think. We move about the world. And yet we think we don’t have any ideas. If you’re a writer like me (or a painter or artist) the most daunting thing is the blank page. The possibilities of what you...
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People ask “what are you running from?” I think the better question is “what are you running to?” It’s a simple shift of focus. And yet it’s equally scary. It’s often easier to avoid change because the question has already been answered. We know this place. We know what it feels like. It’s painful...
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Today I handed Lou a pack of raisins. He asked me how he could open it. I explained he just had to pull the cardboard flap up. He paused and was quiet for a second. I asked if he needed help. Then he exclaimed he did it! He opened the raisins by himself. He...
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Holding yourself accountable is tough. There are nights when the words don’t flow. Where all my thoughts feel like dead ends. And I just want to crawl under the covers and sleep. Those are the nights you must show up. Those nights define you. When the words are easy it’s fun and feels effortless....
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For weeks now I’ve been watching our cats consider our new baby. A sniff here. A peak inside the bassinet there. Mostly keeping their distance. Sometimes getting close but a sudden sneeze sending them leaping off the bed. I often wonder why they are so cautious. Maybe they are scared. Maybe they are afraid...
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