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Broken Chair

I rescued the chair from outside someone’s apartment with the hope of fixing it and having it become a welcome member of our family.

But, as often happens, it sat around in various places waiting for me to find the time to repair it.

Finally, I decided it was one more project I did not have time for, and so yesterday I put it out on the sidewalk in the hopes that someone would take it home.

It sat out there all through yesterday in the rain and the sun, lonely, awaiting a new friend. A few people paused to look but then drove away. Periodically I would look out my window to see it still sitting forlornly there.

Then this morning I noticed an older gentleman walking past who began to inspect the chair. He picked it up, put it on his back and walked away.

It is a beautiful chair. It just needs to be repaired, and I am sure its new owner will do just that.

I don’t know about you, but I feel a lot like that broken chair, waiting for the gentle hands of someone to put me back together again.

I wait, broken, with the hope that those hands will touch me, I will be healed, and I can have a purpose again.

July 10, 2015

Broken Chair

I rescued the chair from outside someone’s apartment with the hope of fixing it and having it become a welcome member of our family.

But, as often happens, it sat around in various places waiting for me to find the time to repair it.

Finally, I decided it was one more project I did not have time for, and so yesterday I put it out on the sidewalk in the hopes that someone would take it home.

It sat out there all through yesterday in the rain and the sun, lonely, awaiting a new friend. A few people paused to look but then drove away. Periodically I would look out my window to see it still sitting forlornly there.

Then this morning I noticed an older gentleman walking past who began to inspect the chair. He picked it up, put it on his back and walked away.

It is a beautiful chair. It just needs to be repaired, and I am sure its new owner will do just that.

I don’t know about you, but I feel a lot like that broken chair, waiting for the gentle hands of someone to put me back together again.

I wait, broken, with the hope that those hands will touch me, I will be healed, and I can have a purpose again.

July 10, 2015

A quick exercise to free yourself from your parents’ shadow

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A quick exercise to free yourself from your parents’ shadow

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Your mind can trigger illness when stress, fear, and unresolved emotions
 
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Your mind can trigger illness when stress, fear, and unresolved emotions
 
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Your mind can trigger illness when stress, fear, and unresolved emotions
 
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Your mind can trigger illness when stress, fear, and unresolved emotions
 
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Your mind can trigger illness when stress, fear, and unresolved emotions
 
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Negative thoughts don’t disappear by force they lose power when you stop feeding them.
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Negative thoughts don’t disappear by force they lose power when you stop feeding them.
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Negative thoughts don’t disappear by force they lose power when you stop feeding them.
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Negative thoughts don’t disappear by force they lose power when you stop feeding them.
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Negative thoughts don’t disappear by force they lose power when you stop feeding them.
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Would you like to heal your body and mind?

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Would you like to heal your body and mind?

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Would you like to heal your body and mind?

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Would you like to heal your body and mind?

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Meditation may not “cure” every condition,

 
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Meditation may not “cure” every condition,

 
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Meditation may not “cure” every condition,

 
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Meditation may not “cure” every condition,

 
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Meditation may not “cure” every condition,

 
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The Gospel According to Checkers the Hedgehog

Sonic the Hedgehog recently turned 35, who was my childhood hero. I played all the games I could get my hands on, bought all the Sonic comics I could find, watched all the TV shows I could access, and even wrote some fan fiction for a Sonic webpage (thank God that page no longer exists).

I was never good at drawing, but I got tracing paper and traced him like crazy. I traced the comics and even paused the Sonic anime movie I found in the discount bin at Toys R’ Us to trace him right off the TV screen. I also tried to mimic the way he ran when I played soccer, which felt super cool but looked super dumb.

Fun fact: while my wife fought hard to name our son Beckett, the idea of giving him the middle name Miles came from me. I based this choice on Sonic’s sidekick, Miles ‘Tails’ Prower.

Though I couldn’t draw worth crap, that never stopped me from making comics. Whenever I got bored in school, I’d sketch out another issue of Teenage Mutant Ninja Gerbilz, Wally the Turtle, HouseMan, or my favorite series, Checkers the Hedgehog. He looked exactly like Sonic, except he was green and wore a black-and-white checkered cape, which happened to be my childhood blanket. The series was basically a parallel universe of the Sonic world; he had all the same friends, but they had different names and colors. The only additional characters were a funky-looking bird and a badly drawn giraffe.

This all sounds silly, because it generally is. I like to joke with my friends about these parts of my childhood, but I still hold them close in my memories. While I may not be a hardcore fan of Sonic anymore, there’s a part of him and of Checkers that lives on in me—adventure, heroics, leadership, teamwork, attitude, speed, and standing strong in the midst of dire stakes.

A few years ago, I was leading someone through inner healing when something strange happened. An image came to their mind of me wearing a black-and-white checkered hat with a pet porcupine, and being handed a green gem. Startled by the themes they had just tied together, I showed them a picture of a porcupine and a hedgehog and asked which one they saw. They said it was the hedgehog. I then pulled up a picture of the classic green Chaos Emerald from the Sonic games. They knew nothing about Sonic the Hedgehog, but said that was what they saw in their mind.

The dire stakes had never been higher than they were in that season of my life. And it was there that the same Jesus who tells us to become like little children, spoke to the child inside of me. All of the good things that Checkers the Hedgehog meant to me were living on in me. God cared about the pieces of me that I would have never assumed he cared about. He took note of my childhood passions and interests like a good Father would. And then he turned it into a much-needed word of encouragement at that time.

What parts of your childhood might our Father want to bring to your mind?

AI Renditions of Checkers the Hedgehog

The Dance of Dissonance

Sometimes 
I find myself lost
at the end of 
a confusing day 
trying to decipher labyrinthian relations 
and coming up short,
suddenly wondering 
how a day I thought good 
was not for another,
caught up in 
opposing realities 
where mine is suspect
and empathy is a struggle.

The brain fog 
of past illness 
has left its trailing 
fingers over my head
like the cigarette smoke 
of the man I see one morning standing with his back to me on the dock outside the store where I used to work 
and I wonder why he is there. 

I am suspicious, feeling responsible for what is no longer mine to care about, so I observe, yet remain at a distance and leave without really discovering if his presence is innocent. 

Such is the dance of dissonance.
I am close enough to see your back but too far to see your face clearly,
afraid that if I look too closely I will not like what  I see or that I will recognize some ugly part of me.

I want to hear 
that which runs 
counter to my experience 
but I must be honest and say that my capacity to understand the complexities of human behavior is diminishing. 

I long for circles that are completely safe,
where the people I pass on the walk home illicit in me feelings other than fear,
lust, guilt, or judgement,
all of which mirror 
the overwhelming sense
of dislike
I feel from the
world, and from myself perhaps.

It is my inability to not receive everything personally, this overwhelming sadness,  unprotected by my hypervigilance, where I still seem to miss what is most important, and no matter how much I try to hold everything together, I cannot keep things from unraveling. 

How do I continue to remain caring and yet not take on burdens that are not mine to carry? 

This then is the strange choreography of relationship, the stumbling herky-jerky movements of a marionette pulled by invisible strings, revealed in the bright lights of another angry stage.

Yet we dance. 
Through the pain of revelation.
The occasional stepping on of toes.
In the percieved exposure of audience eyes.
Shedding these inadequate masks and costumes one by one.
Finding our own rhythm in the strange movings of this particular 
circle of love.

Beg: June 5, 2026 
Fin: June 30, 2026

The Dance of Dissonance

Sometimes 
I find myself lost
at the end of 
a confusing day 
trying to decipher labyrinthian relations 
and coming up short,
suddenly wondering 
how a day I thought good 
was not for another,
caught up in 
opposing realities 
where mine is suspect
and empathy is a struggle.

The brain fog 
of past illness 
has left its trailing 
fingers over my head
like the cigarette smoke 
of the man I see one morning standing with his back to me on the dock outside the store where I used to work 
and I wonder why he is there. 

I am suspicious, feeling responsible for what is no longer mine to care about, so I observe, yet remain at a distance and leave without really discovering if his presence is innocent. 

Such is the dance of dissonance.
I am close enough to see your back but too far to see your face clearly,
afraid that if I look too closely I will not like what  I see or that I will recognize some ugly part of me.

I want to hear 
that which runs 
counter to my experience 
but I must be honest and say that my capacity to understand the complexities of human behavior is diminishing. 

I long for circles that are completely safe,
where the people I pass on the walk home illicit in me feelings other than fear,
lust, guilt, or judgement,
all of which mirror 
the overwhelming sense
of dislike
I feel from the
world, and from myself perhaps.

It is my inability to not receive everything personally, this overwhelming sadness,  unprotected by my hypervigilance, where I still seem to miss what is most important, and no matter how much I try to hold everything together, I cannot keep things from unraveling. 

How do I continue to remain caring and yet not take on burdens that are not mine to carry? 

This then is the strange choreography of relationship, the stumbling herky-jerky movements of a marionette pulled by invisible strings, revealed in the bright lights of another angry stage.

Yet we dance. 
Through the pain of revelation.
The occasional stepping on of toes.
In the percieved exposure of audience eyes.
Shedding these inadequate masks and costumes one by one.
Finding our own rhythm in the strange movings of this particular 
circle of love.

Beg: June 5, 2026 
Fin: June 30, 2026

The Dance of Dissonance

Sometimes 
I find myself lost
at the end of 
a confusing day 
trying to decipher labyrinthian relations 
and coming up short,
suddenly wondering 
how a day I thought good 
was not for another,
caught up in 
opposing realities 
where mine is suspect
and empathy is a struggle.

The brain fog 
of past illness 
has left its trailing 
fingers over my head
like the cigarette smoke 
of the man I see one morning standing with his back to me on the dock outside the store where I used to work 
and I wonder why he is there. 

I am suspicious, feeling responsible for what is no longer mine to care about, so I observe, yet remain at a distance and leave without really discovering if his presence is innocent. 

Such is the dance of dissonance.
I am close enough to see your back but too far to see your face clearly,
afraid that if I look too closely I will not like what  I see or that I will recognize some ugly part of me.

I want to hear 
that which runs 
counter to my experience 
but I must be honest and say that my capacity to understand the complexities of human behavior is diminishing. 

I long for circles that are completely safe,
where the people I pass on the walk home illicit in me feelings other than fear,
lust, guilt, or judgement,
all of which mirror 
the overwhelming sense
of dislike
I feel from the
world, and from myself perhaps.

It is my inability to not receive everything personally, this overwhelming sadness,  unprotected by my hypervigilance, where I still seem to miss what is most important, and no matter how much I try to hold everything together, I cannot keep things from unraveling. 

How do I continue to remain caring and yet not take on burdens that are not mine to carry? 

This then is the strange choreography of relationship, the stumbling herky-jerky movements of a marionette pulled by invisible strings, revealed in the bright lights of another angry stage.

Yet we dance. 
Through the pain of revelation.
The occasional stepping on of toes.
In the percieved exposure of audience eyes.
Shedding these inadequate masks and costumes one by one.
Finding our own rhythm in the strange movings of this particular 
circle of love.

Beg: June 5, 2026 
Fin: June 30, 2026

The Dance of Dissonance

Sometimes 
I find myself lost
at the end of 
a confusing day 
trying to decipher labyrinthian relations 
and coming up short,
suddenly wondering 
how a day I thought good 
was not for another,
caught up in 
opposing realities 
where mine is suspect
and empathy is a struggle.

The brain fog 
of past illness 
has left its trailing 
fingers over my head
like the cigarette smoke 
of the man I see one morning standing with his back to me on the dock outside the store where I used to work 
and I wonder why he is there. 

I am suspicious, feeling responsible for what is no longer mine to care about, so I observe, yet remain at a distance and leave without really discovering if his presence is innocent. 

Such is the dance of dissonance.
I am close enough to see your back but too far to see your face clearly,
afraid that if I look too closely I will not like what  I see or that I will recognize some ugly part of me.

I want to hear 
that which runs 
counter to my experience 
but I must be honest and say that my capacity to understand the complexities of human behavior is diminishing. 

I long for circles that are completely safe,
where the people I pass on the walk home illicit in me feelings other than fear,
lust, guilt, or judgement,
all of which mirror 
the overwhelming sense
of dislike
I feel from the
world, and from myself perhaps.

It is my inability to not receive everything personally, this overwhelming sadness,  unprotected by my hypervigilance, where I still seem to miss what is most important, and no matter how much I try to hold everything together, I cannot keep things from unraveling. 

How do I continue to remain caring and yet not take on burdens that are not mine to carry? 

This then is the strange choreography of relationship, the stumbling herky-jerky movements of a marionette pulled by invisible strings, revealed in the bright lights of another angry stage.

Yet we dance. 
Through the pain of revelation.
The occasional stepping on of toes.
In the percieved exposure of audience eyes.
Shedding these inadequate masks and costumes one by one.
Finding our own rhythm in the strange movings of this particular 
circle of love.

Beg: June 5, 2026 
Fin: June 30, 2026

The Dance of Dissonance

Sometimes 
I find myself lost
at the end of 
a confusing day 
trying to decipher labyrinthian relations 
and coming up short,
suddenly wondering 
how a day I thought good 
was not for another,
caught up in 
opposing realities 
where mine is suspect
and empathy is a struggle.

The brain fog 
of past illness 
has left its trailing 
fingers over my head
like the cigarette smoke 
of the man I see one morning standing with his back to me on the dock outside the store where I used to work 
and I wonder why he is there. 

I am suspicious, feeling responsible for what is no longer mine to care about, so I observe, yet remain at a distance and leave without really discovering if his presence is innocent. 

Such is the dance of dissonance.
I am close enough to see your back but too far to see your face clearly,
afraid that if I look too closely I will not like what  I see or that I will recognize some ugly part of me.

I want to hear 
that which runs 
counter to my experience 
but I must be honest and say that my capacity to understand the complexities of human behavior is diminishing. 

I long for circles that are completely safe,
where the people I pass on the walk home illicit in me feelings other than fear,
lust, guilt, or judgement,
all of which mirror 
the overwhelming sense
of dislike
I feel from the
world, and from myself perhaps.

It is my inability to not receive everything personally, this overwhelming sadness,  unprotected by my hypervigilance, where I still seem to miss what is most important, and no matter how much I try to hold everything together, I cannot keep things from unraveling. 

How do I continue to remain caring and yet not take on burdens that are not mine to carry? 

This then is the strange choreography of relationship, the stumbling herky-jerky movements of a marionette pulled by invisible strings, revealed in the bright lights of another angry stage.

Yet we dance. 
Through the pain of revelation.
The occasional stepping on of toes.
In the percieved exposure of audience eyes.
Shedding these inadequate masks and costumes one by one.
Finding our own rhythm in the strange movings of this particular 
circle of love.

Beg: June 5, 2026 
Fin: June 30, 2026

Illness doesn’t come from one thing alone it can build through chronic stress

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Why do you suddenly feel more emotional after being numb for so long?

There's a reason your body shifts from shutdown → overwhelm → awareness.

It's called coming out of freeze state.

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Loving every single thing about yourself isn’t vanity it’s freedom.
 
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We chase diets, workouts, and routines but still feel off.

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Scapegoat syndrome can make you doubt your worth, but their story is not your identity.
 
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Being a better friend to yourself starts with how you speak to you.

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The Quiet Ways We Grow

I have been thinking a lot about how we change without noticing. Not the dramatic turning points, but the slow shifts in perspective that quietly shape who we become. We all have expectations of who we would be. Then there is the reality of who we are today. Somewhere in between is a long trail of lessons. Some hurt. Some heal. All of them matter.

Looking back, I can see four or five themes that have kept resurfacing over the years. Each one softened or sharpened me in ways I didn’t expect. Each one still shapes the way I show up in the world.

From striving to be likable, to learning to be myself

For a long time, I believed being likable was a survival skill. I said yes quickly. I apologized even when nothing was my fault. I tried to be the “easy” person in every room. It worked on the outside. People liked me. But inside, I felt like I was storing away small betrayals of myself, one after another.

Then one day in my late 30’s, someone casually said, “You are so easygoing.” Instead of feeling complimented, I felt tired. That was the moment I realized I had built a version of myself that was convenient for everyone but me. Likability had become a reflex. Authenticity was a muscle I hadn’t used in years.

The shift didn’t happen overnight. It was a slow process of choosing honesty over harmony, even when my voice shook a little. I learned that being myself doesn’t mean being rude. It means being real. And real people are not universally liked, but they are respected. Today, I try to live authentically. I want others to meet the real me. It’s not the edited version I once thought they deserved.

Being tolerant, but not at the cost of my peace

In my 20’s, I thought tolerance meant absorbing everything quietly. Difficult people. Thoughtless behavior. Repeating patterns of disrespect. I believed “good people” gave endless chances. So I kept giving. I kept understanding. I kept trying to see the “bright side” even when the situation was draining me.

Years later, I noticed a different fatigue settling in. I wasn’t tired of what people were doing to me. I was tired from what I was allowing. That realization changed me more than anything else.

Tolerance is a beautiful value. But tolerance without boundaries is self-neglect. Today I still try to be patient and understanding, but not at the cost of my own peace. I no longer feel guilty for distancing myself from what hurts me. Peace is not something others hand to us. It’s something we protect fiercely and intentionally.

Outgrowing the urge to prove myself

There was a phase when everything felt like a scoreboard. Every success had to be visible. Every achievement had to mean something. I chased external validation because it felt like the world demanded proof of my worth.

But somewhere along the way, the chase became exhausting. I remember a late-night meeting years ago. I was presenting something I had worked on for weeks. Everyone nodded. The meeting moved on. Nothing dramatic happened. But on the ride home, I felt something shift.

I realized I didn’t need a room full of nods anymore. I just needed to feel proud of the work. That night, I realized that internal validation is quieter but far more stable. Today, I still work hard, still chase excellence, still dream big. But I no longer need the world to clap every time I take a step. I clap for myself in small, private ways. It’s enough.

Choosing depth over speed

There was a time when speed felt like success. Quick decisions, quick judgments, quick conclusions. The faster I moved, the smarter I thought I was. But with time, I started noticing what speed makes us miss.

People aren’t quick. Healing isn’t quick. Relationships aren’t quick. Growth definitely isn’t quick.

Now I find myself slowing down. Listening longer. Pausing before reacting. Letting questions hang in the air without rushing to answer them. This shift has changed the way I talk, work, raise my child, and even love.

One of my clearest memories of slowing down was from a morning a few years ago. I was in the middle of a busy week. My mind was already running through tasks. My daughter tugged at my hand and said, “Come see the sunlight on the floor. It looks like gold.”

I almost said, “Later.” But something in her voice made me stop. We stood there for a few seconds, looking at nothing more than light on a tiled floor. But in those seconds, I felt something loosen inside me. That moment still reminds me that life reveals its beauty to those who pause long enough to notice.

Realizing that strength and softness can exist together

In my younger years, I wore strength like armor. I believed softness made me vulnerable. I didn’t want to be seen as fragile or emotional. So I toughened up. I became the reliable one, the resilient one, the person who “handled everything.” But inside, I yearned to be held, understood, and allowed to break sometimes.

Age does something strange to us. It makes us stronger in practical ways but softer in emotional ones. Today, I cry more easily but recover faster. I express myself more openly but stay grounded. I can say “This hurts” without feeling weak. I can be gentle without feeling small.

Strength without softness is rigidity. Softness without strength is fragility. With time, I realized I needed both. They are not opposites. They are companions.

Becoming more forgiving of my past self

When I look back now, I see all the versions of myself that tried so hard. The one who wanted to please. The one who feared conflict. The one who tolerated too much. The one who ran fast. The one who didn’t know any better.

I no longer criticize her. I thank her. She kept me going until I learned what I needed to learn.

If there is one thing age gives us, it is perspective. Not the noisy kind, but a quiet understanding of why we were the way we were. That forgiveness becomes peace, and peace becomes freedom.

The person we become

We don’t wake up one day transformed. Growth happens in whispers. In small realizations. In unexpected stillness. In conversations that stay with us. In the way our heart softens or our voice steadies.

I am still becoming. We all are.

And maybe that is the point. Not perfection. Not certainty. But becoming a little more honest, a little more aware, a little more ourselves with every year that passes.

If I can sum up my journey so far, it would be this: we grow up quietly. One day, we look back and realize we have changed in all the ways that matter.

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