I had a dream
that I would do something amazing in life

I had a dream
that I would marry somebody amazing

I had a dream
that our children would be healthy and hilarious

I had a dream
that I could dunk again

I had a dream
that I performed an amazing feat
and my wife was watching

I had a dream
that I woke up and
the dishwasher was fixed and
new floors had been installed and
the storm door opened and
the faucets were dripless and
the toilets flushed properly and
we could do dishes and shower simultaneously and
a tractor with a box and bucket was gift wrapped in the driveway and
the mailbox stood straight

and there was a new baseball glove under my pillow,
but I actually like my 30-year old one from my dad pretty well,
so I'm good there.

I had a dream,
and I have them,
and some I hold, and some fly away,

and the best I keep with me and try
to remember to whisper thank you.

So thanks for the ones that happened.
The best ones.



Becca and I were watching an episode of Elementary after the children were in bed. We ate deep fat fried cheese jalapeño poppers, a remnant from New Year's Eve partying. This is what we consider a date night out. At least if we get through an episode without any children awakening or one of us falling asleep. Under these criteria, our date night was almost successful.

There was an idea thrown around in this particular program (S3E7?) about the choice of a life of convenience versus a life of adventure, and the ongoing battle between the two for certain types of people.

This is a short post, so I will end it here by saying this: I am one of those people.

I fight hard for an optimal balance of the two, and my fighting is sometimes successful, in the sense that the fight is the adventure and the occasional success is the convenience. Anyway.

Here I am, 41, running as hard now as a decade ago, except now I tuck the kids into bed, watch a little telly with my love, and then head down to my dark dungeon to work. That is part of the running hard: sitting on a hard chair under terrible lighting ruining my already rotten eyes doing work I should not be doing at midnight.

And that is part of the adventure, and the quest to build a slightly higher level of convenience for my family so that we may someday be able to embark on other adventures that are still yet dreams.



INTERSECTIONS. i can't do that, there's no money in it (dummies)

What you love.
What you're good at.
What people need from you. 

Finding the intersection of those points. 

Although this thought is one I have thinked about prolifically over the last decade, this specific articulation is from listening to Chase Jarvis chat with Jeff Goins, author of Real Artists Don't Starve. 

I got some extra calories, so I guess I'm mostly real.



I confess to a certain level of affection for these children’s mother.

It is highly probable that there is not anyone who laughs at me more than her, although the competition for top spot is all contained in this image.

It is as it should be.

Merry December. Be nice to all.



You can complain about crowds.
Or you can gift a smile to strangers.
Merry merry, and hold doors open for everyone of all genders, ages, and facial expressions.