Make It Through

Sometimes when it rains it pours. Sometimes when it rains it drizzles. There’s never really a rhyme or reason.

I guess we could get scientific or spiritual and come up with an explanation, but that won’t change the way we feel when the family picnic gets ruined by a hailstorm.

The “why” just gets in the way. Instead of being able to experience what life feels like, we’re busy demanding or supplying answers. As if it’s going to completely soothe our emotions.

It might help, but it’s not a solution. Life has no loopholes. Hacks don’t really work.

Life is what it is. Happiness, peace, love, pain, fear, death, beauty. Plus more. Make your own list. See what emotions resonate with you right now.

Then remember that there are no guidelines on how to deal with all this. There are methods and techniques, but no full proof plans.

We figure it out as we go. We play it by ear. We share our stories. We ask questions. We reach out for help.

I’m tired of the world thinking that for some reason we can handle all of our problems on our own, in our own heads. We can’t and it’s making us crazy.

It’s true that one else can take care of our lives for us, but most of us have no idea where to start. That’s why we need each other.

Life makes us it’s student if we’re willing to listen. And some of us, as students of life, can become life’s classroom assistant. Helping and guiding others to pay attention and learn.

Together, we always make it through. No matter what it is, we make it through. And when it’s all said and done and our time here is over, we make it through that too.

No one gets stuck or frozen in time. This river continues to flow. It never, ever, ever stops.

Nothing can bring us to a halt. By the time we ask “how am I going to get through this” we’ve already done it. Life has continued.

Sometimes it makes no sense in our heads. But in the moment, if we’re able get in touch with our hearts, we realize that making sense is not important. What’s important is honoring this moment, no matter how wonderful or terrible.

The sun is going to continue to shine and so are we. We don’t have much of a choice. We’re going to be ok.

Happy Independence Day

Everyone loves fireworks. Except for my dog Dez.

He’s not enjoying the never ending display of explosions happening in the neighborhood.

He’s never had a problem with fireworks in the past, but that changed this year. Our neighbor got the good stuff. No sparklers or confetti poppers around here.

We all know what happens when amateurs get their hands on the stuff meant for pros. They screw things up. We’ve all see the videos. And that’s exactly what happened Friday night. Continue reading

Everyday Life

The other day I was driving next to a pickup truck that was flying two American flags. They flapped in the wind as we drove.

When we stopped, I noticed how beat up both flags were. The edges were tattered and torn from the wind.

I thought to myself, how could the wind do that? Then I laughed and thought about how the invisible forces in our lives wear on us the same way.

But really these forces aren’t invisible. We just distract ourselves with busyness. Intentionally or unintentionally ignoring what’s too hard to handle.

Things like fear. Not fear of seeing the doctor. That’s little fear. I mean big fear, like the fear that we may leave this world never having achieved the things we had hoped to.

That’s hard to imagine. That’s hard to think about. That’s hard to live with. Continue reading

Is Thinking Such A Good Idea?

When I can’t scrape up the enthusiasm to write, I open Evernote and start journaling about my day.

Without a readily available cure for writer’s block, I have no choice but to shut up and write something. Anything.

Journaling will usually spark an idea, then I try my best to piece something together that’s halfway decent.

The other day, my journaling turned into a list. I tried writing down all the thoughts I had that day. It went something like… Continue reading

Life With Less Ego

When I was in grade school I was cursed.

The biggest troublemaker in school had a first and last name that was so similar to mine, people would often get us confused.

Usually, I was able to keep my distance, but one time I almost got blamed for one of his cruel jokes.

In the morning before recess, we had a bathroom break. The teacher would have us line up in alphabetical order and walk us to the bathrooms. The special ed class had the same schedule as us, so Nick #2 had twice the number of targets. Continue reading