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Monday, August 31, 2009
Sunday, August 30, 2009
One step
"The Journey of a thousand miles begins with one step." - Lao Tzu
JOURNEY's have three distinct parts (and for general purposes, so does everything else). The part that most people are focused on is the endING. That, by definition, is the goal.
The arduous, time-consuming, back-breaking, attention-deficiting, part is the BEtweEN part. This is the part in Lord of the Rings where you start skimming, where you start losing your focus.
And there's the BEGInning. That first step. In some way, it seems that the first step sets the tone for the rest of the JOURNEY. Frodo leaves the Shire in attempted secrecy - and spends a majority of his time BEtweEN there and the endING attempting to move stealthily and in secret.
My wife and I started our JOURNEY eleven days ago. We packed my van full, to the roof, and started driving. We set out hopeful and unsure. We set out with all of our baggage, too. We set out, not wanting to leave what was comfortable, to leave our stuff, behind.
Usually, this is where I would fast forward eleven days and explain the meaning behind it. Today, I want it to be wrestled with. I want to stay in this moment, for now, hopeful, unsure, packed.
JOURNEY's have three distinct parts (and for general purposes, so does everything else). The part that most people are focused on is the endING. That, by definition, is the goal.
The arduous, time-consuming, back-breaking, attention-deficiting, part is the BEtweEN part. This is the part in Lord of the Rings where you start skimming, where you start losing your focus.
And there's the BEGInning. That first step. In some way, it seems that the first step sets the tone for the rest of the JOURNEY. Frodo leaves the Shire in attempted secrecy - and spends a majority of his time BEtweEN there and the endING attempting to move stealthily and in secret.
My wife and I started our JOURNEY eleven days ago. We packed my van full, to the roof, and started driving. We set out hopeful and unsure. We set out with all of our baggage, too. We set out, not wanting to leave what was comfortable, to leave our stuff, behind.
Usually, this is where I would fast forward eleven days and explain the meaning behind it. Today, I want it to be wrestled with. I want to stay in this moment, for now, hopeful, unsure, packed.
Friday, August 28, 2009
The Return
Well, it's time.
Time to return to blogging, and eventually, writing. I've been away for 8 (!) months now, but I think I can plead extenuating circumstances.
In 8 months I've:
Got engaged.
Moved to Jenison (5 miles).
Quit at Dick's.
Hired at DFCU Financial.
Hired at Big Apple Bagels.
Got married.
Moved back to Grand Rapids (5 miles).
Quit my jobs.
Moved to Seattle (2300 miles).
And thus is my story.
For the next week, expect a couple of new features - journey reviews, to start. Also, a return to quotes is probably in order. I should also take stock of my writings.
Here's to another step in the journey.
Time to return to blogging, and eventually, writing. I've been away for 8 (!) months now, but I think I can plead extenuating circumstances.
In 8 months I've:
Got engaged.
Moved to Jenison (5 miles).
Quit at Dick's.
Hired at DFCU Financial.
Hired at Big Apple Bagels.
Got married.
Moved back to Grand Rapids (5 miles).
Quit my jobs.
Moved to Seattle (2300 miles).
And thus is my story.
For the next week, expect a couple of new features - journey reviews, to start. Also, a return to quotes is probably in order. I should also take stock of my writings.
Here's to another step in the journey.
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