25. power

There are two types of power; traditional and authentic. Accumulating traditional power demands sacrifice for a well-understood balance; power must be earned by privilege and accumulated.  Traditionally, status, money, fame, and politics demand specific expenses. Time for money. Privacy for fame. Quietude for politics. Authenticity for status. Responsibility for influence. Read More …

24. resolve

I find daily practice tedious.  Really, I do.  Even with a morning ritual, I would rather have daily variety than a predictable plan. An unpredictable day lifts me from monotonous self-talk. Instead of the self-same stories, I can create detached fables in my head. This protagonist is confident, capable, able Read More …

23 Morning Ritual

Coffee. Journal. Meditation. Movement. My morning ritual. Some people swear a ritual makes the day better.  Some days, I swear if a day could be worse, what would it be without it? It is better than rushing out the door as I gulp down my coffee and stuff my face. Read More …

22. better than

A wise person claims that asking yourself, “Am I better than yesterday?” is a powerful daily life practice.  Whether the answer is “Yes” or “No” during the pursuit of mastery, the practitioner’s reply must be a life-affirming, “Yes, I’m getting better at this because I practice.” Wisdom claims that answer Read More …

21. The Bucket

Friendship is a like a bucket two people work to fill with Good. The fuller it is, the more stable and long lasting a friendship, the emptier and the more precarious.  Good times, trust, presence, laughter, listening, giving, integrity, and love all fill the bucket.  Investing in a loaded bucket Read More …

20. what do you want?

“Mom! I don’t know what I want to be when I grow up.” An eye roll emphasized her tweeny exasperation. “I don’t care about what you are going to be.” I said. “You will be a lot of different things. I want an idea of what you want.” She shrugged, Read More …

19. memories

My dad’s main parenting objective was to make memories.  He created them with variety, skill, and simplicity. He walked with me. In hindsight, our most precious amblings were the modest ones; the everyday stroll to the bus stop.  We conversed like peers and discussed the color of the dawn, friendships Read More …

18. Mean Continued

After her threat, I retreated to my room. My heart heated up my boiling chest. My thinking spun. I served up my home, vacations, friends and family for her feasting.  Gratitude came wrapped in acidic betrayal. Up until then, I didn’t believe people could be like her. The reality wedged Read More …

17. Mean

I briefly had a foster sister as a Senior in high school. Before our sisterhood, she was a half-acquaintance I momentarily connected with and liked. Her dimpled charisma drew me.  One day, she called me with a faded plead and dreadful story. She ran away. Her home and family were Read More …

15. what do you do?

“What do you do all day when we are at school?” My son asked me. A pageant of vignettes marched before me. Days before he told his friends that I don’t work.  He really means I stay home to work, I reasoned, or did he?  It’s thorny to discern from Read More …