Overview
I’ve always enjoyed writing, not just as a means of expression, but the mechanics of it, choosing the right words and putting them together in a way that is purposeful and meaningful to whoever may be reading them. But, I don’t believe I ever really viewed it or appreciated it as a “gift” that I should use more intentionally — sincere apologies to my Creator!
Perhaps it was fear. Writing, sharing in general — with intent — requires vulnerability and a willingness to expose secret parts of myself — I don’t even like to journal because someone will find it and read my business when I die — crazy I know! Perhaps, it was perfectionism, wanting to know exactly what I should write, how I should write or speak it and how it would or would not be received. Perhaps, it was just lack of focus and discipline. Whatever it was — and still is in some ways — I’m moving
Itinerary
From the simplest & laughable to the more complex & sensitive of topics, here is where I will share my thoughts of the things I consciously choose to dedicate my limited attention span to — just long enough to learn something invaluable from the experience — randomly and with authentic intention.
My sincere hope is that whatever you read here will at a minimum push you to genuinely consider other perspectives and the possibility of different approaches, responses and solutions, to initiate and participate in tough conversations — with others and yourself when necessary — to construcively challenge opposing views and to reassess what you believe to be the only possible truth — even if it doesn’t change your mind.
Whether or not this blog will serve as the “bridge” my friend referred to is yet to be seen, but purpose is a noun that only comes to life when you begin to treat it as a verb.
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Additional Information
I’ve always enjoyed writing, not just as a means of expression, but the mechanics of it, choosing the right words and putting them together in a way that is purposeful and meaningful to whoever may be reading them. But, I don’t believe I ever really viewed it or appreciated it as a “gift” that I should use more intentionally — sincere apologies to my Creator!
Perhaps it was fear. Writing, sharing in general — with intent — requires vulnerability and a willingness to expose secret parts of myself — I don’t even like to journal because someone will find it and read my business when I die — crazy I know! Perhaps, it was perfectionism, wanting to know exactly what I should write, how I should write or speak it and how it would or would not be received. Perhaps, it was just lack of focus and discipline.
I’ve always enjoyed writing, not just as a means of expression, but the mechanics of it, choosing the right words and putting them together in a way that is purposeful and meaningful to whoever may be reading them. But, I don’t believe I ever really viewed it or appreciated it as a “gift” that I should use more intentionally — sincere apologies to my Creator!
Perhaps it was fear. Writing, sharing in general — with intent — requires vulnerability and a willingness to expose secret parts of myself — I don’t even like to journal because someone will find it and read my business when I die — crazy I know! Perhaps, it was perfectionism, wanting to know exactly what I should write, how I should write or speak it and how it would or would not be received. Perhaps, it was just lack of focus and discipline.