“There goes Raggedy Anne!” My pole vault coach screamed as I scrambled back towards Earth, a nickname he gave me because I bore a striking resemblance to a ragdoll thrown through the air when I jumped. He wasn't wrong. My 15-year-old, 6' 2" frame had outgrown my brain's ability to coordinate everything as my limbs flailed… Continue reading Your story will never compare.
1200 words. That's all I published in 2017. Not because I didn't have much to say, but because I couldn't figure out the right way to say it. The world seemed a bit heavier. Conversations more fragile. People more emotional. Privately, I wrote more than ever and spent hundreds of hours with friends processing through… Continue reading Following Jesus in 2018 is awkward.
In March of 2016 I realized prejudice starts with me. I’m standing in the Hua Lamphong train station in Bangkok, Thailand. Hundreds of travelers—speaking every language except mine—are waiting for their departure time. I sit amidst the commotion as a group of women dressed in full black burqas pass by. A few global terror incidents… Continue reading White society told me equality was real.
This is a post from the Amateur Hour series my friend Corinne and I created last year. You can find all 12 weeks of writing at http://www.AmateurHourBlog.com or download the entire project as a PDF here. A couple months ago Game Theory wrecked my perspective on Comparison. From the back row of a leadership conference, I… Continue reading Play the infinite game.
This is a post from the Amateur Hour series my friend Corinne and I created last year. You can find all 12 weeks of writing at http://www.AmateurHourBlog.com or download the entire project as a PDF here. The other day I mindlessly scrolled my Instagram feed and fell victim to the most subtle evil of our generation. Without… Continue reading Comparison will kill you.
In all my grand daydreams of the future, success is something that happens overnight. It's something that someone achieves after a couple days—maybe weeks—of trying. But that simply isn't true. In reality, successful people don't stride, they take a long series of slow, honest steps towards whatever they're chasing. For twenty-somethings today, this is what… Continue reading You’re probably an amateur.
Nobody has ever accused me of being a lovey-dovey, empathetic comforter of people. You know those people right? The people that hurting people flock to when they’re enduring real pain in life? The inspirational folks who make you feel like a million bucks because you’re breathing? Yeah, that’s not me. In fact, more often I’ve… Continue reading You don’t have to be _________ anymore.