Startup husband, startup father, and startup guy.
Shared thoughts and lessons on living towards a well-lived life.
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The local church I attend holds an annual prayer and fasting time at the start of each year. Today is Day Two of the usual five-day period. Honestly, I don’t have a hard time fasting. I typically eat one meal a day during the workweek as it is. I do have a hard time praying though. Unlike my wife, I typically pray short prayers, and more often I fall into the temptation of putting a
I started running again a month ago as the importance of taking care of my body began to weigh more heavily on me. I intend to see my kids’ kids, take care of my wife and family for a long time, and do meaningful work for as long as I can. I can’t do that without eating the right stuff, and yes, doing more physical activity deliberately. And while running isn’t my favorite thing to do,
A blender of thoughts, questions, ideas in my head Fueled by conversations, and books I have read Principles, frameworks, philosophy, and faith, But who to talk about it with? Everybody’s still in bed Of making many books, there truly is no end So it is as the Philosopher said I’d go back to sleep, but my mind is awake So meantime let me try to write about it instead.
The Silver Chair is one of my favorite books from C.S. Lewis’ series The Chronicles of Narnia. The main characters are not your typical heroes, and most of the story is set in the less prominent and darker places in Narnia. In one of the key moments in the book, the main characters find themselves readying to escape the Underland, the underworldly lair of the evil Green Witch. She tries to stop them and does so by slowly hypnotizing
Lou was Bob’s friend, he fared no better Though unlike Bob, he was a go-getter Working day and night, no matter the weather He had tons of sweet honey, but his soul was so bitter
Bob is a bee who can’t seem to see The flow’rs ‘round him since he’s gazing at a tree The flowers have the nectar; the tree does not But its towering beauty can’t be forgot Now the day’s gone, he flies to his hive Bob the busy bee breezed through his 9-to-5 Back at home now, he’s got all tales about trees But honey? None to feed his family of bees Poor little Bob, so