• Posts Tagged ‘choices’

    The Randomizer

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    I recently watched a TedTalk video given by Max Hawkins, a guy who at one time lived a fairly rigidly structured life. Because he was a person of discipline, he meticulously scheduled his time, and by living according to this schedule, being in firm control, he came to feel he was living a bit...

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    SOTD: “Worship What I Hate” by Lady A

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    I’ve not posted one of these in a while, but this song leapt out of nowhere to tackle me. Lady A has provided me with some of my favorite easy listening and romantic country ballads. I have enjoyed being their fan for nearly a decade, I think. But what has pulled me even closer...

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    The Driver’s Seat

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    About three years ago, I decided I needed help in wrangling with some issues in my inner life, and I called up a counselor I had seen for a season a decade earlier. We reconnected in an initial visit, and then reconvened into a routine of weekly visits. Why was I there? What did...

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    914

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    My mind works in strange ways at times. Like, let’s take bisections. A bisection is when something spits into two things. Roads are involved a lot in bisection: roads separate city blocks and farm fields, and roads themselves split, and diverge to two different destinations. Which is what happens with our choices as well....

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    The Mall of Fates

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    When he got off of the transport- an interstellar 10-speed that was an exact replica of the one he had loved to ride all around Indianapolis before it happened- an attendant in a white suit with a green tie met him visually, nodded, reached out for the bike, and pointed at the 20 pairs...

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    A Heart In Flight Is A Poor Lover

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    I was sitting out at dinner tonight, alone, as is my usual deal, thinking about that circumstance, when the words went through my head. “It’s your own fault.” If you sit at dinner alone, it’s your own fault. If you live alone, it’s your own fault. If you spend too much time alone, it’s...

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    Facing the Fails

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    I do it often enough, so I shouldn’t be surprised, but it seems at this time of year it always comes at me, amplified. For many, this season is a period for new starts, and I too feel some of this as December winds down and new calendars are poised to take their place...

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    Ramblings | November 13, 2013

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    Wednesday evening, November 13. It is the middle of the evening on the day in the middle of the week in the middle of November. And it feels like it. I am looking forward to December. I am planning a hiatus. I am planning a social sabbatical. By God’s grace, I am hoping to...

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    Right Things

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    After dinner tonight, I stood out in the lot in front of the restaurant, between our cars, with my dad while my mom visited with some church friends inside. The sun was dropping and a slight chill was in the breezy air, and we just talked a little about the day, and in a...

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    When Heroes Fall

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    As I dug around tonight for something to write about, I went through my normal agitation-distraction routine and visited Facebook, and then checked my email again for the twelfth time in the last hour, and then I hopped on over to ESPN online to check hoop scores. Once I saw that Illinois was losing...

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    Eric, A Success Story

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    This morning, I met my regular running buddy Kurt for our semi-weekly trot of torture around the Academy Loop.  It’s not always a trot of torture, but this morning, it was especially , ummm, “invigorating” because the thermometer read 27 degrees at the house when I left it at 5:50.  Bundled up, I met...

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