Confronting the Enemy

The morning mirror reflects back my own worst enemy.  It is me.  I chew on this reality.  It tastes like stale unsweetened breakfast cereal.  It may be good for me but it doesn’t taste like it is.  My experience is not sweet.  I chew on sawdust.

Over the years, I’ve had an external enemy or two.  This always surprises me.  I do not consider myself a very good opponent.  I am a lover not a fighter.

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I am the person behind the words printed here. I write because my heart will not allow me the option of NOT writing. It has taken me half a life time to discover this basic truth, but now that I have, writing is as natural as breathing. This is where my breath takes the form of words.

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The Miracle Morning: The Not-So-Obvious Secret Guaranteed to Transform Your Life (Before 8AM)
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