I love spending time at the driving range. Thinking is not encouraged. There’s no crisis to address or time limit. This is what happens in the awkward space between my ears when I’m there: Keep your eye on the ball the whole time not just when you plan to swing. Missed the ball that time.…
When I write, there’s no inflection to make sure I’m coming across as funny. There’s no opportunity to read your eyes and make sure you get the joke. There’s no moment for me to clarify if I offend you. I think that means I’m blogging. I think that means I have to leave the judgment…
I just signed up for a Tough Mudder race. Haven’t heard of it before? Watch this. “If you can do this – you can do anything you put your heart and your mind to.” Seriously. I’m doing that. Let’s face it. I’m not a runner. I can’t do even one pull up without some assistance.…
