I’ve had a few situations lately where I really wanted to defend myself… like, not just calmly explain, but jump up and say, “That’s not even close to true.” And, since I’m always honest with you, part of me doesn’t just want to set the record straight… I want people to realize how ridiculous it all is. I want instant redemption.
But I've started thinking… if someone came at me like that... all loud and emotional, telling me I’m wrong... would that actually change my mind? Probably not. I’d shut down. Or get defensive. Or just think, “Wow… ooookaaaay.” (This has happened before and it didn’t exactly make me see their side.)
That mini epiphany has me rethinking something else...
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There was a time when I felt like I should have an opinion about just about everything. If something was being debated, I figured I probably ought to know where I stood on it.
Somewhere along the way, that expectation quietly faded. Now when I see a headline, a debate, or a heated conversation online, I don’t automatically feel the urge to weigh in anymore...
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Starting first. Figuring it out later.
When Jennifer and I decided to start a podcast about local history, it meant trying something completely new at this stage of life — something neither of us had ever done before. Like, EVER...
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The other day I wrote my grocery list on a scrap of paper instead of typing it into my phone like a modern, efficient human.
And you know what?
I didn’t lose it.
I didn’t forget to open an app.
I didn’t get distracted by three notifications and end up ordering socks online.
I just… bought the groceries.
It made me laugh a little...
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I've reached the stage of life where I don’t want ‘more’ — I want to be able to put something down without knocking over three other things.
That's it.
That's the dream.
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