Lee was already seated when we walked in the door at Mom Can Cook Thai restaurant. He was beginning to explain his custom order to the waitress as my 16-year-old son, and I sat down at the table next to him. He was very specific in his order, asking for the soup they serve at […]
Sitting with my Mammaw one morning at her kitchen table in Grafton, WV, our conversation strayed to her disappointment with a recent life decision I had made. She was a very direct woman, so she didn’t pull any punches. “I’m disappointed in you, Jeff. You’ve hurt your family. I just never thought I’d see you […]
Every time I allowed myself to think I had arrived, I hadn’t. Every time I called myself a failure, I wasn’t. Every moment – each high and each low – was simply a step on the path to this moment. Period.
A little over 3 years ago I wrote a post titled, Choose Harder Things. Going to the gym had become “too easy.” I was just showing up. I would do the minimal workout that would allow me to say that I had worked out that day. I was being consistent, but I wasn’t being consistently intense. Writing felt that was to me this morning.
It was as normal as any conversation I’ve ever heard. And not. As I walked by their yard, I smiled at the Dad. I said nothing, but I hope he could see in my face the joy I experienced in that moment. I hope he saw the feeling of inspiration in my smile, in my eyes. I have a feeling he has seen that look before.
“Never again clutter your days or nights with so many menial and unimportant things that you have no time to accept a real challenge when it comes along. This applies to play as well as work.”