I wasn’t planning on writing anything special for Martin Luther King Day, but I just read something that changed my mind.
There is a piece from DailyKos.com that is making its way around the web today entitled “Most of you have no idea what Martin Luther King actually did.” It was first published in August 2011, but I hadn’t seen it before. I urge you, especially today, to read it.
Read it. (There, I’ve even linked to it twice now so you don’t have to move the cursor back up the page to the first link. I’m saving you time and effort. Take advantage of it.)
I’ll wait for you to come back.
Continue reading Ending the Terror
I was cleaning old files off of my laptop a few months back when I ran across an old journal entry. I posted it on my Facebook page, and the positive comments, text messages, and conversations I got from it was overwhelming. This post ultimately lead me to put this website together and start writing again.
The entry was originally written eight years ago on my birthday-gift-laptop, as I sat outside, waiting for the sun to come up over the Chesapeake Bay. Being able to view these words with eight more years of life and change in my rearview mirror, the truth behind them is even more palpable today:
Continue reading Waiting for the Dawn
In my last post, I revealed that a t-shirt was the catalyst for the changes I’ve started making over the past two years.
One deliberate shift in my behavior (what I was eating) caused me to fit in a new t-shirt. That was the first small step I took in realizing that, even after countless years of believing otherwise, change was indeed possible.
And a few months after that, as the Earth’s odometer flipped from A.D. 2011 to 2012, I found myself a hundred pounds lighter and in desperate need of a new wardrobe. So we put the money into new clothes, considering it a worthwhile (and necessary) investment.
When we make big changes in our life, it’s tempting to hang on to things from our pre-change world. You know, just in case things don’t work out. But I didn’t want to give myself that parachute.
Continue reading The Discipline of Change
When I was growing up, I was a skinny kid. I’m talking rail thin. 6’2″, 170 pounds thin. Taco Bell everyday for lunch? Sure! Why not?
But, as happens to most of us, somewhere in my mid-20’s my metabolism ground to a halt. Unfortunately, I wasn’t paying attention and continued to eat whatever I wanted. And so I began to swell.
Several years into my steady progression of larger and larger clothing sizes, I ran across a t-shirt that I really liked, but wasn’t available in a size that I could wear.
Something about the shirt struck me, though, so I bought it in XL and stuck it in the back of my closet. Maybe someday…
Continue reading The Beginning of Change
If you don’t know me, then this post may seem to come from left field after my first post. However, anyone that knows me at all knows that I’m into music. A lot. That’s me on the drums up there. I’ve been playing since I was a kid.
I love listening to music as much as I love playing music. My CD collection (yes, I’m proud to say I still buy CDs) numbers somewhere in the vicinity of 2,000.
I am highly introverted, and small talk can be painful for me. If we start talking about music, though, I could talk to you for days on end before I passed out from sheer exhaustion. And once I woke up again, I’d pick up the conversation right where I left off.
All that to say: I’m going to be writing here about music sometimes when I’m not writing about my internal gazing (and occasionally the music and the gazing will walk through posts hand-in-hand).
Continue reading An Eye for Music