now that i have a "real" job, i find myself with much time to peruse online articles during what i like to rationalize as my "non-smoke breaks". and this one is witty, satirical even... READ ME!
Recently I've been grappling with one of the basic tenants of Christianity - the personal savior. I haven't read much on it, but I'm pretty sure someone else has already thought this through much more eloquently than I will. And yet, that doesn't mean I don't get to think about it myself... God has gradually become a more central piece of my life in the past few years. This is by design. I want to strengthen my foundation as well as pass along faith to my children. Maybe Catholicism, maybe not, but I want them to feel the love and solace that I have when I feel connected to God. Like there is something infinitely bigger. Something benevolent. Something amazing. That anything is possible and we are not limited nearly as much as we think we are. I love Catholicism for many reasons, but the root of them is my connection to the community. Lately I have been in a more evangelical circle that talks about what God (sometimes ...
I just ran a personal financial statement for my bank. I put it off about 3 months because it was so stupidly detailed, but finally sat down and DID IT! And guess what?!?! Our net worth is $968,250. Ho.ly.crap. About 2 years ago when I started building this business, I got to know some high achievers who *must* be millionaires. It isn't a question you can really ask in polite company (even though I'm not usually polite, I'm usually nosy and to the point), so I can't be certain, but... yea. At some point in the past year I realized that I KNOW MILLIONAIRES! Like, personally. We eat and drink and chat together on a regular basis. This is both brain hurting and totally expected. Of my college friends, 2 successfully navigated the tech startup world and made bank for their hard efforts. Also in my college friends are many super intelligent engineers, and if (as such) they started investing 10% into their 401k at gradu...
A random pre-note: When people say "Oh my God!", casually, in conversation or as an exclamation, I cringe inside. I'm home alone tonight, settling in before my triathlon tomorrow morning. As I was trying to go to sleep I did a mental tally of my life and ended up saying a not silent prayer of gratitude. I simply repeated the word thank you each time I thought of a good thing in my life. There were a lot of "Thank Yous" said. Lately I've been stressed about work, and even in the thick of it I know that it's a good problem to have. In my musings I started to remember a Jars of Clay song that I heard them sing once; it had a profound impact on me at the time. A poignant counter-point to my current gratitude. I was drawn to dig it up and listen to it in the dark of my silent house. The last minute or so is what gets me every time... It still hits me the same, the place he sings from. It's the place of someone who has seen the worst the world ...
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