Let me tell you a little story that I think accurately depicts how stressed I was on a daily basis. [Read more…]
I know, I know. I’ve missed you, too.
Well…you were right.
….I’m just kidding. [Read more…]
I’ve been really productive recently. It’s kind of a nice change.
Sure, I’ve given up my binge watching and going out all the time. It can be boring. I read a lot.
Here’s a list of all the activities on my agenda for the average week:
- Full-time job (40 hours)
- Full-time Masters degree (7 hours)
- Write 2-3 quality blog posts (5 hours)
- Write/edit my new eBook (3 hours)
- Chip away at goal of reading 30 books in 2016 (6 hours)
- 1-2 fellowship meetings with church friends (5 hours)
- Playing sports/exercising (5 hours)
“I don’t like reading. I’m a slow reader. I don’t know what to read. I don’t dislike reading, but I think I’ll just go see the movie instead.”
Here’s a silly “Top 10” list of why reading is good for you. You probably already know some of the benefits: mental stimulation, increased vocabulary, superhuman strength (probably).
Reading is something that no one can make you do, no matter how motivating they are, how good the book is supposed to be, or how many benefits reading offers.
I’ll tell you from experience that from reading 23 books last year: [Read more…]
Kimi and I live in an apartment complex. There are about 50 apartments. There are 4 washers and 4 dryers that everyone shares.
Here’s the thing. The washers? Fine. The dryers? Not fine. There are 2 dryers that are the equivalent of a runner on his 25th mile of his marathon. They’re sweaty. Dirty. Nearly dead. In fact, someone ever scratched directions on these two obsolete machines. “Don’t use this one, use that one” it reads, with an arrow point down. The other dryer simply reads “The Sad One.”
And it’s true. They are sad, broken machines. Someone stick a fork in ’em – they’re done. [Read more…]
I’m going to tell you 2 of the most well-kept secrets I have.
1. When I graduated college, I told everyone I had a 3.0 GPA.
Secretly: it was actually a 2.99 GPA.
2. Ever since high school, I was 6′ feet tall. I had measured myself countless times.
Secretly: I went to the doctor a few years ago, and they measured my height. I’m actually only 5′ 11″ and 3/4’s of an inch.
There. You know my terrible secrets.
On the night of January 9th, a group of coworkers working at an average-priced Italian restaurant in New Jersey waited casually to read whether or not they had won the $1.5 billion dollar powerball lottery. They knew the odds of winning were around 1 in 292 million, but hey – lottery tickets were a paltry $2 each.
A member of the group logged on to the powerball website. They read the numbers. Someone from the group started in disbelief – they had those numbers.
They read the numbers again.
They had the $ 1-billion-dollar-winning lottery ticket.
It seems to me that every person who’s doing what I want to be doing – making a living writing inspirational books, blogging to thousands of followers, speaking to sold-out crowds – all have this ballin’ ass background.
They set a world record in some physical feat; racking up 400+ receiving yards in a professional NCAA football game, for instance. Maybe they won an Olympic medal or two. Almost all of them have a huge following and make a ton of money, which proves their expertise and yells “HEY YOU I’M RELEVANT” in your awestruck face.
Even the smaller fish have a lot going on. They built a blog that gained 100,000 followers in their first year. They created a product that hundreds of thousands of people bought. Also, they used to be face models. Obviously.
I’m not those things. Most of the time, I feel wildly insecure about that.
I’ve recently gotten into craft beer. I live in San Diego, and we’re basically the craft beer capital of the galaxy. My palate has gradually changed from if-it’s-not-pink-zinfandel-I’m-not-interested to I-wonder-if-I-can-mix-black-coffee-bourbon-and-a-double-IPA-together. [Read more…]