Chasing The Feeling, Instead Of The Dream


The first few weeks of January are the strangest days of the year. You could get a mean case of whiplash if you’re not careful. You’ve just come from the holiday weeks, intentionally slowing down and enjoying your family and friends. You play games and take naps. Heck, you might even see a movie or read a book! WHAT?! That’s crazy talk!


It was the most wonderful time of the year. Hope you liked it because that’s all over now. January’s here and it’s time to pay the piper. You have to work twice as hard to make up all the work you’ve missed. You have to eat half as much and move twice as fast to work off all the fun stuff you ate.


For as many years as I can remember, I’ve used the first couple of weeks of the New Year to chart a course for world domination within the next 12 months. And I would have done it again this year…if not for what happened on Christmas Eve.


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The Most Important Part Of Building A Dream



I learned one of the most valuable lessons of my life staring into a pit of red, Georgia clay.


I was a freshman in high school and I’d stayed after school to make up a test. My Dad rarely came to pick me up, but that day he needed to check on a job site in the area. We’d stop by on our way home. Two birds with one stone.


In time, he would become one of the top commercial builders in Atlanta. He built tall buildings, shopping malls and everything in between. But this was one of his first big jobs, a multi-level strip mall – one that we’d probably shop at, so it felt like a big deal to me. I remember feeling proud of him when he told me about it. Three weeks had passed since he began, so I was excited to see the progress.

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The Home Of The Brave

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I enjoyed U.S. History more than most students around me, but in the years that have passed, I’ve forgotten more names and dates than I remember. Our history is complicated and imperfect. There are facets I don’t fully understand.


But I do understand the heart of the man who wanted more for his children than he had for himself.


I sense his desperation. I feel his determination.


I respect his resolve – crossing an ocean, leaving everything behind that had been – carrying nothing with him but his hope and his will.

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Not The Only One

Last week, Jennifer and I were invited to our friends’ home for dinner.  It was a great night filled with amazing food, non-stop punchlines and eight of our favorite people on the planet. It had been a while since we’d all come together, so each of us had at least one story to tell that had the rest doubled over laughing.  And I could write a post on the food alone.  I’d call it, “What To Serve Next Time Chance Comes Over For Dinner”.  I’m both proud and ashamed to admit that I ate so much, I didn’t eat a bite the next day.  I was still full.


After a long dinner catching up, we moved to the living room where the tone changed almost immediately. I’m not even sure how it started, but one by one, we laid our masks to the floor and each of us shared the struggles we’re facing.


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