My girls Zara and Flossie crack each other up.
They feed off each other until they are both the picture of mirth, belly laughing uncontrollably.
At that moment, nothing else exists.
Kids have it right.
Perhaps as adults unlearning is more necessary than learning sometimes.
In arguments, we often want to be right. But being right is not the same as being wise.
One of the greatest lies we tell ourselves is that we’re falling behind. That someone else is ahead.
As a young man I associated strength with force; louder voices, sharper opinions, firm lines in the sand.
There’s a strange kind of pride we’ve developed in being exhausted. But even lions, the king of the jungle, rest.
I can't remember a time in my life when I didn't have ambition.
We sometimes believe strength means self-sufficiency — that being independent means being isolated.
We often try to outrun the storm, emotionally, physically, spiritually.