I feel like a juggler running out of hands.
Our 'mistakes' become our crucial parts, sometimes our best parts, of the lives we have made.
We spend January 1st walking through our lives, room by room, drawing up a list of work to be done, cracks to be patched. Maybe this year, to balance the list, we ought to walk through the rooms of our lives. . . not looking for flaws, but for potential.
I have never been especially impressed by the heroics of people convinced they are about to change the world. I am more awed by those who struggle to make one small difference.
We are told that people stay in love because of chemistry, or because they remain intrigued with each other, because of many kindnesses, because of luck. But part of it has got to be forgiveness and gratefulness.
Normal is getting dressed in clothes that you buy for work, driving through traffic in a car that you are still paying for, in order to get to a job that you need so you can pay for the clothes, car and the house that you leave empty all day in order to afford to live in it.
Ultimately, time is all you have and the idea isn't to save it, but to savour it.
One of the many interesting challenges nature presents us is its apparent disinterest in maintaining the order humans crave.
Trace Adkins is such a great guy. Really is. And he's got that incredible voice - low, deep. He throws words around like "my dental coverage. "
The verb that's been enforced on girls is to please. Girls are trained to please. . . I want us all to change the verb. I want the verb to be educate, or activate, or engage, or confront, or defy, or create.
You don't develop good teeth by eating mush.