Bold Choices
Your ability to choose is powerful, and not something to be taken for granted. Believe it or not, we can actually practice what it's like to make good and bad choices.
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All I Did Was Roll My Eyes
The scariest moments can be our best and brightest.
“Kick the bag, Bryce.”
Never underestimate the process of learning. And don't try to anticipate what you'll learn, or even who you'll become. Let it be a surprise, and you'll shock yourself.
The Art of Teaching: Truth
Approaching the concept of what truth is constitutes a more-than-daunting task. I don't seek to define what I consider truth to be, or make a list of categories for them. Instead, I offer a philosophical approach to how we view the idea of truth itself.
Wood, Brass, and a Dark Skyline
There are times a dream makes total sense, half sense, or no sense. This dream makes less than no sense. But, the imagery is stark and mesmerizing.
Another Stance, Amidst the Endless Sea
When every voice is screaming to be heard right now, I feel it important to contribute my own. I have strong thoughts on the current atmosphere, but I don't want to potentially undermine the actions of the oppressed. Black Lives Matter. It's as simple as that.
The House’s Silhouette
When you stumble upon the Grim Reaper, it's imperative you stop and talk. He's a surprisingly chill guy. Yet, his purpose drives him.
Empty Your Cup
In today's world, I find this principle more valuable than most self-development avenues. Live, love, learn, and allow the next thing in.
The Late Applier, Pt. 2
In Part Two, I go through some of my favorite moments and places during my two weeks in Europe. They extend far beyond just the places.
Words Written in Cobblestone
From cobblestones, to dancing, to somber realizations. Dreams cover a range of life.
The Late Applier
When I was fifteen, I went to Europe for two weeks. I was with a school group, and boy we had a good time!
Isolated Words on a Page
My brain never stops reeling. Oh, the over-analysis is exhausting, but every once and while I feel like I get something good out of it.
The Student vs. the Teacher
The first chapter of my book, The Art of Teaching. And rightly so, the first words surround the differences and similarities between teacher and student.
Beneath My Hands
Once a dream, and now a story. Nighttime imagination is unmatched in its pure creativity, and I am always in awe at what it may manifest.
Unknown Assailant
There's a first time for everything, especially the unexplainable kinds. This is a true experience I had in the mountains, in the middle of the night.
Brain vs. Body
Existential musings and ramblings. Sometimes the complexities of a physical body trying to function with a reasoning brain is beyond me.
I have Dreamt Before
Every once and a while I write poetry. Especially at night...it's the only way sometimes for my mind and heart to make sense of things.
Break them Barriers
Ever wondered how a comedian can discover so many funny things? Or maybe how that one person at work manages to create so may ideas? Here's a tool so effective it will even help with you personal associations and conversations.
How to Introduce a Well-Known Topic?
It's hard to introduce something you've created to be read and purchased without some sort of hubris involved. But, I'm happy to share without what I've hoped for. If someone can get something useful from it, I'm happy to share.
A Backward Way to a Forward Chance
Life isn't cut and dry; this we know. I've had some hard learning to accept over the last few months, and a few movies and one stand up comedian have helped immensely in my approach.
We Miss Those Who Leave Us
Today is particularly bittersweet. A beautiful mother’s day while I’m going through a crisis in virtually every area imaginable. And my mother passed away almost four years ago. I miss her each and every year. I think about her beyond often. But feeling so utterly lost and alone right now has me stunned at the [...]
The First Breath of Westwind
There are certain pursuits that create genuine, residual impact in an individual's life. Allow me the chance to introduce you to one of mine. I've included some links to their website and facebook so you can investigate yourself should you feel intrigued. Also, the blog picture is quite old; at least six years. I don't have many pictures of me in karate, I realized.
Bereft of a Sister
The Left-Field Hit
Hungry Questions
What if we humanized questions and answers? What if they could talk and communicate with each other?
My Bride
There was a lot of emotion surrounding the courtship of my current wife and I. I look back at it all and still consider her the best surprise in my life.
The Speeding Blur of Time
We do what we can, when we can. There frankly can't be any exception to that. And thank heavens that's the case.
A Battle of Honor
Dreams make it hard to know what is, what isn't, what can be, and what can't be known.
The Fib of a Twelve-Year-Old Boy
When you're twelve you can only see so much. When you're twelve and have your eyes opened, you're amazed at how much you can see.