It’s been four weeks since I last posted – and if you remember I wrote that piece on Thursday, September 26, the day before Helene hammered Western North Carolina. In many ways, it’s too early for me to begin to process all that has happened here. I’ve lived through a couple of natural disasters before, but this one is unmatched.
It’s been four weeks since I last posted – and if you remember I wrote that piece on Thursday, September 26, the day before Helene hammered Western North Carolina. In many ways, it’s too early for me to begin to process all that has happened here. I’ve lived through a couple of natural disasters before, but this one is unmatched.
Is it wrong to trigger someone?
The question came up for me recently when I realized that I had accidentally triggered someone in a big way. For the sake of privacy, I’m not going to tell that story, other than to say this: It was not fun being on the receiving end of the fall out.
Is it wrong to trigger someone?
The question came up for me recently when I realized that I had accidentally triggered someone in a big way. For the sake of privacy, I’m not going to tell that story, other than to say this: It was not fun being on the receiving end of the fall out.
As I was sitting down to write this blog post, I had a golf tournament on in the background. Even though I don’t play golf, the game fascinates me because of the mindset required to consistently be a good golfer. This day, it wasn’t the golf match itself that was interesting. It was one of the advertisements.
As I was sitting down to write this blog post, I had a golf tournament on in the background. Even though I don’t play golf, the game fascinates me because of the mindset required to consistently be a good golfer. This day, it wasn’t the golf match itself that was interesting. It was one of the advertisements.
I used to think that we were either born a perfectionist or we were not. Since I WAS a perfectionist, I thought seeking a life of no mistakes was a much better way to live. It worked pretty well for me for about 6 decades. I just had no idea how limiting it was. Falling off a horse in 2017 gave me the chance to live the cliché of getting back on the horse, which has given me a glimpse of a whole different way to experience “mistakes”. You’re not going to believe what I’m doing next.
