If there is ever a metaphorical bus of self-deprecation,
I have an awful tendency of throwing myself under it.
Some sick part of my brain calls it humility
but the truth is, if this were an actual bus,
it would be considered suicide.
Depression is definitely in the family,
I’m well familiar with it,
So I know I have tendency to dumpster dive
right into danger’s way-
not out of heroism, but just cuz
my brain is stupid.
I want to be a hero, a true hero.
I suppose the first step is to save myself,
so then I can be here tomorrow to save others.
Masculinity is beautiful
Femininity is strong
We think of these things in binaries
But they’re really more complementary angles
Completing a whole person
My wife is a genius.
Victoria’s Secret used to send us ads with every now and again, usually with a “Free Panty” coupon attach. Of course, the idea is, if you come in and cash it in, you would end up buying something while you were there, whether out of impulse or guilt.
But my wife will not be fooled. She walks in, gets her swag, and leaves with a pink pouch of victory in tow.
Life will always present you with opportunities. The temptation is always to get greedy with them or shy away from them, but there is a third alternative: the quiet strength that empowers you to walk up, claim your destiny, and gracefully walk away.
The choice is yours. The coupon is ready.
In your other life,
you are a warrior princess.
You fight and spar with the younger men,
tell stories and crack jokes with the older men.
Your husband is strong and wealthy and kind
and looks upon you like you were ageless.
You face dragons with your sons
and dance around in fairy crowns with your daughters.
You listen to the wisdom of the widows
and bedeck the young women in flowing dresses.
You eat mutton with your mouth open
and sing sweet songs on the lyre.
Your skin is tough
Your belly full
All you see in the reflection of the waters
is pure beauty
In the morning, you watch the horizon with hope
In the evening, you sprint through the forests,
climbing the tallest tree
just to watch the suns go down.
You dream of flying
and the next morning you sprout wings.
You whisper to the ground and it grows.
All your ways and your days are full of magic.
Imagine now that this other life
is not too far gone,
that it is yours for the taking.
You are full of possibility
Your life is meant to be
a thing of legends.
You are as beautiful and strong
as spider silk.
I pray you catch only the best things
in your intricate web.
I have a habit of lingering, of hovering
of hesitating when I know the journey ahead will be rough.
But it’s better to try and fail, than to linger.
I need to take a chance.
Life cannot be lived in a dial tone.
Remember, sometimes it’s okay to run
when the building is burning down,
you don’t say, “I’m gonna stare this fire down,”
you get the heck outta there.
Be brave but be sensible.
The Spirit is wise and kind,
if He wants you facing down giants, you’ll take them down
If He wants you gone, just go.
No shame in that.