Yesterday was a day that we’ve come to dread. Yesterday was blood work day for Isaiah. The whole thing is an awful experience. I mean, it’s never fun to get your blood drawn or await results; but it’s a more complicated affair for us.
A couple years ago I jumped into the world of marathon training. The first week of training was super fun–primarily because I spent the first week buying running gear, making awesome playlists, and not running. After the first week, fun was replaced with a crampy, struggle-y monotony. In an effort to break up the monotony, I started to use Nike Run Club and Strava to create run map art…like a crazy person. Much to my surprise, running my routes in various designs worked. It helped me finish out my training. If you reside in Amarillo, perhaps it will improve your motivation to get out there and run as well. Feel free to steal any of my ridiculous designs. Here you go. (Oh, and *shameless plug* feel free to read more about my marathon adventure in Chapter 4 of my book. Click/tap here to grab a copy.)
For those of you who haven’t been following along, we did a thing. Visit strugglebustour.com to read about the adventure.
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This past week, I, like many of you, jumped in on #BlackoutTuesday. The injustice of George Floyd’s murder plagued me. I took the week to listen, think, pray, read, and ponder. Now, I have some thoughts. As I mentioned in my last post, my white voice is probably one of the last voices that should be listened to. After a week of study and prayer, I’m even more convinced of that. But, I feel compelled to speak anyway. I’m more and more convinced that, as with all important issues, ineloquently opening the door to conversation is better than silence.
Like many of you, I’ve gone back and forth as to whether or not to post my thoughts on this issue. My voice isn’t the one you should listen to, and nothing really qualifies me to write on the subject. I don’t have the right words to say or answers. But, at the same time, I feel like I have to say something. The issue is too important. The phrase “we’ve come here today to dramatize a shameful condition” (from Martin Luther King, Jr.’s I Have a Dream speech) comes to mind.
On today’s edition of “Is it just me?”, I’m tackling a couple questions that literally no one has ever asked me regarding conversational eye contact.
Today on the ol’ blog, I present to you my inaugural “Is it just me?” post: quarantine edition. I’m curious…am I the only person with the following struggles?
Oh my goodness. Did anyone else do a double take when their quarantine screen time “weekly report” notification popped up on their phone? Ouch. This is what my report should have said:
