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Words to Live By

One of my favorite quotes is:

“You can be a masterpiece and a work in progress at the same time.”

I think many of us look for ourselves in the definitive moments of life. If we do that though, sometimes we miss the joy in discovering who we can become.

Life is messy. We are messy. We are art. We are a masterpiece on a limitless canvas which could always use more color and love. Our progress doesn’t need to end.

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Life is Too Short to Troll

Dear Karen (as you call yourself now, AKA Truth, Fan etc.),

Thank you for trolling my blog. I’m guessing we probably know each other by your most recent comments. It also seems I have somehow wronged you and/or you don’t like how I live. I am sorry to hear this. I keep hitting delete because I do not want to solve our issues anonymously.

If you want to have your say, then I have to know who you are. If you want to just hate me, move on. Life is too short to play this game. You do not get to use comments on my blog. This is my place.

This will be the last thing I say to you unless you want to work this out for real. I am living my best life right now even if you think it is made of lies. Are you really living your best life when you make comments like this? No. Anonymous trolling is also living a lie. Truth.

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One Child at a Time

I am back. I have a new job, and a clear path forward in life. It has been a wild ride through life challenges we all face since I last posted here, and I was greeted with backed up comments from an anonymous troll, a very ugly one. Yet, I still want to show up and write because life is good if you let it be. It does not matter who you were yesterday. Today is a new one, and a good one to do something worthwhile. That is exactly what I did.

I have the privilege of working with special abilities athletes on many Saturdays at a cheer gym. My heart grows each moment I spend with them. My challenges seem so inconsequential to those faced by the athletes and their loved ones. I always feel like I walk away each Saturday learning more from them than they learn from me. And their excitement over learning a new skill could provide a new source of light for our sometimes dark world.

Imagine if we all focused on one child at a time, supporting them through challenges. We could teach them about the mistakes we made and how they could avoid them. We could show them unconditional love. We could be a person they deserve. Maybe they would then grow up to be better than we are, making the world a better, less mean place.

You can do this. I’m trying to do this. It’s making me a better person while maybe, just maybe, adding to an improved future where differences make us beautiful, and we want to help each other solve challenges. It may start with a cartwheel today on a gym floor, and with a butterfly effect, turn into more love and kindness tomorrow for all. One child at a time.

 

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