The Quiet Practice of Being Grateful
Some mornings at 4 AM, walking to 7-Eleven, I have a conversation with something larger than myself. It is not formal prayer. It is just acknowledging that I have enough for today.
The Thoughts We Rarely Admit
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Some mornings at 4 AM, walking to 7-Eleven, I have a conversation with something larger than myself. It is not formal prayer. It is just acknowledging that I have enough for today.
At 3 AM, I wasn’t awake from stress. I was awake because I am addicted to hope. At nearly 60, I am still chasing dreams instead of sleeping. Is this healthy optimism or just avoidance?
For 674 days, I have stumbled through Japanese lessons. I am not chasing fluency. I am chasing consistency. Here is why a five-minute habit can save you when life gets messy.
Even with friends, there is a hidden cost to constantly “adjusting” ourselves. Solitude is the only time we can stop performing. Here is why I crave the silence of the farm.
People say we are “rich” if we have a dream, regardless of our bank account. But sometimes I wonder if that is just a story we tell ourselves to feel better about living paycheck to paycheck.
For 20 years, my wife was my reality check. When she left, I lost my mirror. Now, 552 days into living alone, I have to perform my own daily audits to make sure I haven’t disappeared.
I have lived in Japan for 20 years. I have a 567-day Duolingo streak. Yet, I still panic at the tax office. Here is the complicated truth about why I am not fluent.
I caught myself rushing through my morning walk, calculating how soon I could start being “productive.” Even my free time felt like something I had to justify. When did being busy become a badge of honor?
We have a bad habit of ruining good moments. We say “That was nice, but…” and immediately worry about tomorrow. Here is why you need to stop talking yourself out of feeling good.