Encounter

ATO Retreat

HOT SULPHUR SPRINGS - Colorado. In the summer of 2011, Robby Thompson and I represented the Theta Eta of the Alpha Tau Omega Fraternity in Colorado for an inaugural "ATO Retreat." There were already several national functions to choose from, but nothing like this... The objective of this retreat was to leave it up to God. We are the only fraternity based on Christian principles, and ATO desires to keep our foundation strong. We embarked to Colorado with uncertainty but left with a glass FULL OF GRACE! We peaked at 15,000ft at "The Ranch". ATO partnered with Toth Ministries and JWAR (Jesus was a Rebel) to deliver God's Word. I saw a different side of Jesus. When I left, I went from having this fear of God to walking alongside my Daddy. I made myself vulnerable, but knew more about myself than ever before. It proved to be a spiritual encounter that all of us would remember forever. We came to the party, drank from the cup and were filled with His presence. For once in my life, I was enamored by the Spirit. Six months later, the same brothers met up with Wynn Smiley, ATO National's CEO. He graciously welcomed us into his house in Indianapolis, but he wanted to talk business. Wynn had an unanswered question, How do we keep this thing going? We debriefed the weekend from back at the Ranch. This weekend was still filled with worship and lecture, but we wanted to discuss the future of this ATO Retreat. We met at ATO National Headquarters, and it resulted in a name change, Encounter. It seemed to be a reoccurring theme with all the people who attended. Everyone had an encounter with Christ! From hearing angels to feeling their Daddy press his mighty hand on their chest... there were encounters by the Holy Spirit. The ATO Retreat would forever be called, Encounter. We agreed to recruit brothers to replace ourselves and take Encounter back to our respective chapters.

With a combined effort from the ATO National Staff, alumni, Toth Ministries and JWAR, we are able to host multiple Encounter retreats to active brothers who want to further their walk with Christ, our foundation. When we began to stop worrying about the temporal and focus on the eternal, we saw growth. In under three years, we have seen more than 100 brothers impacted through this new ATO National Event, Encounter.

One more thing, accountability was a huge priority for us. We wanted to stay connected and not be diagnosed with kid's camp syndrome. If someone from The Ranch asked, "Will, what's your life look like on a Tuesday when you are back in Alabama?" It shouldn't look any differently because I live with my promises in front of me! To keep us accountable, anyone who has gone to an Encounter is invited to "Re-retreat" in Indianapolis. This is designed to keep brothers in Christ connected.

This weekend marks two and a half years after the inaugural ATO Retreat. We are now at the Columbia Club for another Encounter Re-Retreat because we have slightly outgrown Wynn's living room:

God planted new seeds in our hearts. Now, it's time to give what we have been given!

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Mayberry After Instagram

How many pictures do you post regularly on Instagram? People don't seem to complain about having too many tweets -- unless it's game day. They have Fancred for those couched sports commentators. One reoccurring trend I am seeing is people posting too many pictures on Instagram. It's actually causing me and others to fabricate our personal feeds and not post what's on our hearts. We want everyone to see us at our best. We spend $5 on the App Store offering lens enhancements and countless hours trying to get the supreme camera angle. Heaven forbid we didn't use the autofocus on our iPhones. Are we really passionate about what we are releasing to our friends/followers, OR are we posting what is going to get the most Likes? Don't hear me say that you shouldn't be artsy. Filters are there. Why not use them? But I too can't stand to be in the "Instagram Purgatory", and only see 10 names like my photo. Crank it to 11, right?

You may have had a similar conversation.

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Opie: Pa, check out my last Insta post!

Andy: What's the picture of?

Opie: I captured this moment as Aunt Bee was sitting one of her famous pies on the window. I skipped a meal to get the picture, but it was worth it. You can even see the steam! I even gave it a fun title, "Hot and Fresh Out the Kitchen"! You know, like that song?

Andy: Why did you go to all that trouble of waiting on Aunt Bee and everything?

Opie: People have been posting pics of food a lot, and I bet I could get 39 likes. It could be my best picture yet!

Andy: Son, that shouldn't be your motivation. Do you post everything?

Opie: No sir. Just the best.

Andy: Well, does that really tell your story?

Opie: You know... I guess it doesn't.

Andy: Why don't you post everything? If you're going to go through the trouble to take the picture, I would say post everything that comes to mind. That picture is special because it was seen through your eyes.

Opie: Yeah, but I don't want my followers to get mad that I post too much. I don't want to be "that guy".

Andy: Well Opie, then they can unfollow you. Social Media is a platform developed for us to express our thoughts freely, the moment that we start to tailor information based on their demand, you can loose creativity.

Opie: But Pa, we learned in school to post substantive information for businesses and potential connectors. That would mean that if we didn't post our best then we could lose our reach.

Andy: Like I said son, do what you want. If someone doesn't want to follow you because you posted two additional pictures, it doesn't matter. Not having a follower or friend on a social network does not remove them from your actual friend list.

Andy: What's the last photo you took on your phone? Is it uploaded to Instagram?

Opie: No sir. I didn't think anyone would "like" it.

Andy: Son, if it's special to you, then share that image with the world.

Opie: Gee Pa, I never thought of it like that before.

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I was making my way out of the Georgia woods a few weeks after visiting one of best friends from college. The drive was a few hours long, so there was plenty of time devoted to singing my heart my out. After the granuloma settled on my vocal cords, I took a break and sat in silence --  not common for a 90%+ tested extrovert. I needed time to think and pray.  I have been experiencing spiritual aridity yet again, so I prayed God would give me an encounter in my dreams. He has given my visions before through metaphors and even revealed futuristic moments. There are no limits for the Great I Am. Snake

Arrived to condo around midnight... Eh, that sounds too pretentious, right? Well ,that's what the sign says... Let's start over. Arrived to my apartment around midnight, and fell right to sleep. From my recollection, I was washing clothes in my utility room, and I had thrown a pair of black gym shorts in my clothes basket. I continued washing the load, but I noticed something out of the corner of my eye. The gym shorts started moving. I immediately backed up but couldn't keep my eyes off of what was happening. Underneath the gym shorts laid a python. I would have never expected a snake in my clothes basket. It was a white and yellow striped Basilisk too but without the horcrux.  Some of my spiritual mentors always said color is crucial in encounters from our heavenly Daddy. Before the snake acted, I woke up.

I thought nothing of this dream and was rather disappointed because I prayed such a sincere prayer. For all I know, it was the  VMAs afterparty, Britney Spears style. It made no sense to me at all.

Monday morning rolls around. We are having our FireSeeds team meeting, and I talked about my dream. Cord, CEO/President, comments and said that the color of that snake was the portrayal of Satan in Passion of the Christ. Cue the 1980's Hollywood thunder. I had a blank stare and said, "forgot about that one." We quickly moved on and now I am thinking about how I was possessed or something. Not a good spot to be in.

I held on to this dream, and called up a few of my dream analysts (you know who you are). I told them of my dream, and then I had my "AH-HAH" moment. God wanted to tell me that Satan will come in the dark of night -- as symbolized by the black gym shorts. He will appear unexpectedly -- as symbolized as a snake in a clothes basket.

YES! I figured it out, but wait... Satan is going to attack me when I least expect it? That's nothing new. But for God to reveal it in such a way, this seems it could potentially be a big bite.

My advice: dream big. You may not like the end result when you ask God for help, but he makes himself very clear in John 14:13 "And I will do whatever you ask in my name, so that the Father my be glorified in the Son."

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Be Cool

Heyyyy Four years of communication classes shaped my understanding of verbal and nonverbal cues. I acquired many skills, but not the same skills as Liam Neeson. My Public Communication classes were the ones that tapped in to someone's cognitive and analyzed how a person ticked. After a few classes, you begin to feel unstoppable. It can be dangerous if you let it get to your head. You should never make it obvious that you are examining an audience, manipulating them or acting like you don't know what you're talking about. Maintaining control of your audience is key. Once you lose their attention, you might as well pick the first volunteer in the crowd to take your spot. You have to be able to pick up on the nonverbals. Yawning. Dazed expressions. Lack of participation. Hands on faces. The list is endless. Every audience is different, so you have to play through a list of those endless possibilities and find which ones apply to your audience. After you have diagnosed your "nose pickers", you have to get their hands out of their noses. How do you make that happen, you ask? Every public speaker tends to have their own method of maintaining an audience. I had one professor throw chocolate pieces (literally throw) at us. It worked. Whether it was the sugar or the force behind the throw... doesn't matter. We perked up.

A wise man once said, "Great communicators run the world." I'm not going to teach you how to manipulate an audience or provide you with strategery (thanks, Bush). I'm simply giving you advice. I've seen so many people lose their cool in the middle of  leading. You can find your own solution to keep your audience's attention, but one thing you can't do is show emotion. If your group is upset at you and disorderly, you cannot give in. The moment your audience sees you break, you lose. You're going to have that ONE GUY who is going to constantly trying to bring you down, and you are going to get irritated. You can't let THAT GUY take control. You will more than likely deal with people with strong personalities, and you have to find the balance in maintaining order verses going off on the eager beaver in the corner.

I'm not providing you with the step-by-step process on how to win over your audience, but I am suggesting to just be cool like Fonzie.

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I have to P.P.

Greetings followers! I figured 36,000 feet was far enough from reality, so I'm blogging on a concept that I think a lot of people cannot discern between: Power and Pride.

What gives you power? God, in my opinion.

Hear the Word of the Lord John 15 12-14 12 "Truly, truly, I say to you, whoever believes in me will also do the works that I do; and greater works than these will he do, because I am going to the Father. 13 Whatever you ask in my name, this I will do, that the Father may be glorified in the Son. 14 If you ask me anything in my name, I will do it."

Psalms 111:10 "The fear of the LORD is the beginning of wisdom; all those who practice it have a good understanding. His praise endures forever!"

If the scriptures hold true, then the only way we actually receive power is if it is from God. The power I'm speaking of isn't physical strength. It's intellectual and spiritual strength.

Often, people acquire a feeling of accomplishment after they have conquered an endeavor. You controlled the outcome, so you strut because you won. Victory! When you dictate reality, do you pride yourself because of your power, or do you have power because of your pride? I prefer to say confident than pride because there's a pretentious connotation with pride.

I was mulling this over. When a teacher of non-Christian theology instructs you in advancing your "spirituality," he or she uses words. What is a catalyst for pride? Words of affirmation. The heartbeat of pride rests with words. Don't hear me say that you aren't allowed to accept a compliment, but be careful because people's perception can influence your identity.

I wish I could say I was powerful, but I am indeed prideful.

It seems inevitable to escape from pride. If we receive a Word from God, then he's given us power. If used incorrectly, that power will waste away into pride. Instead of just using the power given to us, we boast because we have received it.

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The Bible's Four Letter Word, @!#$

I know where your mind is going... LOVE, right? I thought I would catch you off guard. Love is my least used  of the "Four Letter Words" (sorry, Mom), but it has the most impact on someone than any other Four Letter Word.

Cue the music. "What is Love?"

I can't answer that without citing another text. I was leading a devotion among college students, and decided to turn that discussion into a blog post.

I did miss Valentine's Day, but there is a perpetual desire to discover love. It's never out of season. Love connotes attachment. You don't pass love around to just anyone or anything. I learned the concept of "using love" when I was an adolescent. Love is like duct tape. When you apply duct tape to a surface, its adhesive bond is designed to sustain. It's not the person's intent for the duct tape to peel off. Let's talk marriage for a sec. You place a ring on your companion's finger. The more you take it off, the easier it begins to take off. Same principle with duct tape. It begins to lose value after you "pass it around".

One of my favorite stories in The Holy Bible is the Parable of The Prodigal Son. If you've never read it, get the full story in Luke 15:11-32. In the story, there is a father with two sons. We find out that one of the sons continually asks his father for his earnings. He ends up taking half of his father's assets --  leaves his father virtually poor. What did his father do? RAN into his son's arms.

Say word? Imagine if you were the father in the story. Your son disrespected you, took your lives' savings and squandered it all. It would hurt.

If you aren't a visionary, I've included the best picture I have found that encompasses love.

"What is Love?" Jesus. That's love. We are called to love all humanity with Jesus' love.

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Pie Time

If you have seen the American Pie movie (one of my favorites), you know that Jim's "Pie Time" is... well, rather disgusting. I'm writing about a much cleaner version of Pie Time. If you were born, you have seen Men in Black (stretched assumption I know). Tommy Lee Jones' memorable role as Agent Kay is far from pleasant. He plays an old codger who constantly bickers about an obvious underlying issue. The audience doesn't find out this issue until MIB 3, so I won't spoil the ending. When Kay wants to "get away" from the world, he orders a slice of pie from his favorite diner. Anytime Kay gets around pie, he becomes vulnerable and seems to be at peace.

Pie has got to be my least thought about dessert. Milkshakes, Strawberry Sorbet Pints, Chocolate Chip Cookie Dough Cones (to name a few) are my sweet-tooth satisfiers. I consume these desserts for instant gratification. The design of pie is far different than my other nasty cravings. You don't normally take pie "on-the-go", which is the beauty behind this dessert.

I had a privilege of sharing a slice of pie with a dear friend. We truly opened up about personal struggles and temptations. We went beyond "surface talk". We just caught up. This intimate conversation resulted from our love and craving for pie.

The lack of "Pie Time" results with seasonal friendships. These are friends that you lose after a break-up. These are friends that you stop communicating with when you move off. These are the friends that don't forgive you of your transgressions. You get the point. Pie Time requires effort. There is planning involved. I've always heard people say, "I'm friends with everyone." That phrase is usually followed by, "But I can count my best friends on one hand." I think that applies to a lot of people, but I think the definition of "best friend" is misused. The adjective, "best" has been inserted and is universally accepted. Proverbs 17:17 speaks about friends but not "best" friends. Hear the Word of The Lord: "A friend loves at all times, and a brother is born for a time of adversity." Are there really different levels of friendship, or has society created another norm?

So I encourage you to find your "Pie Time" with your friends. It could be a cup of coffee, a glass of Scotch or a fine cigar. That's between you and your inner circle.

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It Starts With An Earthquake

According to the Mayan calendar, the clock is ticking and I have until December 21, 2012 to complete my bucket list. I’ve stopped collecting cans, started preparing for the end of the world, and have surrendered to the inevitable, impending doom preparing to gash this world’s Titanic.

Since, I have no intentions of being a hero (remember what happened to Jack Dawson), I might as well have some fun living the American dream and completing my bucket list while everyone else is freezing their organic milk and stocking up on MRE’s.

1. Sit with President Clinton’s jazz band.

I was filtering through my list and found an easy starter: sit-in with President Clinton’s jazz band, the Three Kings. The legendary jazz trio claims they ”swing pretty hard with some cool jazz” and have been rocking high school auditoriums for years.

2. Break-up with Adele to inspire a new record.

The inspiration of Adele’s latest album, 21, followed a recent break-up. I doubt she can emotionally handle another, but the world is anxiously awaiting her next album. I’m going to set fire to the rain by breaking up with Adele. With only three weeks to inspire, write, and record, I’ve got to be smooth. #RileyStyle. Be on the lookout for Adele’s newest record, 24, to drop sometime before D-Day.

3. Teach an Indian Ringneck Parakeet to sing “Indian Outlaw” by Tim McGraw.

With my bewildered sense of humor, this would easily gain a few million hits and kill on YouTube. Why not make an easy buck?

4. Step in for a wasted Eddie Vedder to sing Yellow Ledbetter at a Pearl Jam concert.

My music taste varies, but I never get tired of grunge. It was a brief time in the history of music but unforgettable, to say the least. Pearl Jam has been labeled as “the most popular American Rock’n'Roll band of the ’90′s” (as mentioned in their documentary). There would be no greater accomplishment than to take the lead on stage while EMTs are working to pump the stomach of a rock legend. After my many years of impersonating Christian Bale as Batman, trying to emulate Eddie’s guttural noises should be a piece of cake.

5. Ask Bill Paxton for his belt and survive a Twister.

Bill Paxton is the only person in the world whose belt has a bigger following than the actual wearer. This isn’t technically tornado season, but it’s worth the adventure. Oklahoma, here I come! By the way, I’m more of a Jami Gertz kind of guy.

6. Eat Goldmouth’s cornbread.

I’m no “Can’t Get Right”, but I will sure perform any ludicrous act at the chance for copious amounts of cornbread. And yes Goldmouth, even if that means eating all of yours.

7. Finger-gun with Clint Eastwood.

Clint Eastwood is my favorite director, spaghetti Western star and political analyst. Not many people on this planet can make a ghost chair go viral on social media. Every time he shoots a gun, he hits his target. Let’s not forget his unbelievable role in “Gran Torino”. Clint Eastwood, a man older than the dirt under Moses’ fingernails, does not let his age affect the “Sudden Impact” of his memorable quotes. “Get off my lawn” became his signature phrase to the Millennials, and we are still talking about it. Finger-gunning with the old guy would “make my day.” After he kicked me off his lawn, that is.

This list does appear to be quite a feat to finish in less than a month, but if Morgan Freeman and Jack Nicholson can travel to Hong Kong and hire a “street professional,” then I should be able to cross off most of this list. 

Disconnection of Man

Veteran's Day really opened my eyes to a new realization: I am disconnected from the American Founders. I saw many professors be acknowledged for their service in the military. Many of my predecessors had to fight to survive and did not have the luxury of sustainable living. I began to evaluate my merit, manhood and masculinity.

The Baby Boomers' dissolve couldn't be more detrimental to our society. Their job of educating the men of my generation isn't complete. We just don't get it. (Millennials)

The disconnection of man was illustrated best by a presidential meme. The content listed the past presidents in their "uniforms". I was astonished at how many presidents actually fought in the military, and when it came to Bill Clinton, he was in a band uniform. I'm not trying to dehumanize any former president who wasn't in the military, but it added light to my perspective.

The 2012 election was a perfect example of having two disconnected individuals whose victory was determined by the flip of a coin. Regardless of the Electoral College numbers, half of the country wanted a new face in the Oval Office, and the other half desired the incumbent.

On the right-wing, they pose an issue with Obama: he isn't a true American living the American Dream. On the left-wing, you have a billionaire with distinguished hair who may have had a small business, but cannot connect to the public.

I don't think serving in the military nor owning a small business are the only indicators of being man, but there is a commonality between men: disconnection. I'm not sure if a true connection between men and society is attainable, but every man should want a new experience. That experience leads to relationships. Those relationships develop into connection. Most "men" are selfish and won't adapt to a new concept because they become complacent in their activities.

A woman expects a man to be chivalrous, strong, faithful and motivated to name a few... Can a man be itemized? I think we are bigger than the amount of credit we receive. Our expectations tend to mold us into ourselves. If the expectations of men are low then a man has no room to grow.

I hope men do not allow this continuation to occur, but sometimes you have to get dirty to understand how people are wired.

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A-where-NES

Pumping out another blog while traveling to San Francisco. Here's a question I've been wrestling with: "Does being aware make you intelligent?" My professors drill me for not checking the news every day. They tell me that it is essential to be up-to-date with world-events. In the communications field, if you are not aware of current events, you are less knowledgable than you were in your birthday suit.

Let's dive in the dictionary, shall we? Intelligence: "1 a (1) : the ability to learn or understand or to deal with new or trying situations : reason; also : the skilled use of reason"

I think it is extremely important to understand how different cultures operate; if we weren't aware of those issues, then we could not function as a society. The question remains, Does being aware make you intelligent?

If media frames the message and filter what they want us to hear, I have a hard time believing that you are intelligent just because you were awake at 7am and caught the TODAY program. With that in mind, how do you achieve intelligence? I'll reference the definition again, 'skilled use of reason.'

I conclude that being aware could stem intelligence, but it depends on your discernment once you're equipped with the news or knowledge. Watching the news while laying dormant on the couch does not help society. Media informs us in hopes that this knowledge will cause us to react, which makes the individual intelligent. This is the basic concept of the intellectual property.

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Full Name Syndrome

MacGruber is a character on Saturday Night Live (SNL). He's known as the handy-man that can fix anything. "This looks like a job for MacGruber" is a direct quote from an episode. How many of your friends state their name as a solution? I'm often caught between Will's World and reality. I love when people call on me for assistance because I can fix anything. Oh wait... I am just a man. You may find me saying, "Of course I can do that, I'm Will Riley." I justify that thought when my friends say I can do anything because it makes me feel less conceited. I have a case of Full Name Syndrome.

Indicators of Full Name Syndrome:

  • Someone states their Full Name, and it is the entire sentence. i.e. "I'm Will Riley."
  • You ask a friend for advice; they respond with, "You'll be fine! I mean... you're Will Riley (insert your name)."
  • You never have doubt because you claim you can do anything.
  • You take Phillipians 4:13 to a new level, "I can do all things through myself because my name is my strength."

Full Name Syndrome is very dangerous, and if you have this sickness, then I would advice you to visit your friends for therapy. You might not even realize you are sick. If you are oblivious to your illness, then ask them.  I'm sure they've noticed. This quote was said to me at a PR conference: "You are the average of your 5 closest friends," so chances are, your friends think the same as you. Don't be alarmed if you are asked for help because you might need to council and explain this syndrome to someone. All of this sounds foreign to you, right? It's a schema that people don't realize until it's revealed. Who likes being told they are full of themselves? (rhetorical question)

Honesty fueled the publishing of this blog. My advice: stop thinking you can change the world because you will eventually fall. There have been several Hollywood icons as well as your own colleagues and friends that continue to fall flat on their faces -- all caused from Full Name Syndrome.

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Freshman Fun

At 18 years old, stupid decisions are often blamed on adolescence. At 21 years old, stupid decisions are placed on stupidity. I do not feel that I have peaked in my intelligence, but my constructs have been shaped quickly to not consider juvenile acts because of my roles in college as well as in the community. The realization struck me a few weeks ago when someone had asked, "Where is the old Will?" This phrase is far from foreign. This is a reoccurrence since I moved off to college or even when I became a believer in Christ -- a new chapter is added, but I really enjoy this current "Florence State of Mind". I will venture to say that I am one of the busiest persons at the University of North Alabama, and it is due to my freshman year decisions. Those decisions affected the trajectory of my collegiate career. I traded Freshman Fun for a serious approach to life. Jumping in the fountain or striding across the top of the student center used to be fun, but now it is viewed as illegal. What happened?

I am experiencing "Growing Pains” because I’m still adapting to having gained more responsibility. I discovered that it’s a privilege to have responsibility. Despite my duties, I need to nap... even Jesus napped. Setting time aside where I can freely think and have fun is crucial for my life.

Here I am in my final year in college; I have been reconnecting with my old freshman-self, and my brain is finally getting a rest.

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Manly Mondays

I have been disconnected from my blog for some time. These last few months have been a drought for me. From a bird's eye view, my life has been a joy. Internally, I felt lost... not to be confused with having a lost soul. My heart is deeply saturated with Jesus, but I was seeking pleasure in Earthly matters rather than Heavenly matters. I learned that these Earthly pleasures cannot quench my thirst.

Let's recap two memorable moments: bike wreck and epiphanic dinner. My father, Rilo, always said riding your bike at night was never a good idea, and the old man was right. I screamed language that you wouldn't normally hear in a church sermon. Of course, I repented, but if you get hit by a car, I doubt you would scream, "Cucumber!" But hey... who knows. Luckily, I was safe, but I felt God push the bike and car just enough to prevent a deadly collision.

On a lighter note, my better half and I took part in a Passover Meal at Redeemer Church of the Shoals. To my knowledge, this event did not exist. Churches have their own doctrines and principles that prohibit teachings of the Bible. Prior to this, when I heard Passover Meal, I would reference the usage of bread and wine. That description does not serve the meal justice. Without elaborating, it was lifechanging and would love to talk to you about it.

Now, let's discuss the title of the entry: "Manly Mondays". I washed my dog yesterday. He rode in my new car and jammed to John Mayer's "Born and Raised". It felt amazing. I plan to do activities every Monday that keep me connected with myself. Also, I am developing a construction project -- don't what it is, but I'm feeling crafty.

What to expect... Photos. Word Clouds. New Ideas. Honesty.

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Running in Place

How often do people have high ambition and inevitably fall on their face? Are they setting unreachable goals? Maybe Stress... Tragedies... There's 1 million and one factors that can alter the end result.

Here's an insightful comment: It's more of "how" we pursue than the content in which we pursue.

Most everyone sets goals -- attainable ones at that. I have gotten in the habit of writing mine down. This is my own version of having an outward profession of my goals. If it's important enough to write down, then I can reflect on the day that I put my ideas on paper. This is crucial for me. My idea automatically came to life. It may have the shape of an 8.5"x11" sheet of paper, but the ideas are now concrete.

We need to jump off the treadmill and start running toward our goal. If you are only a New Year's Resolution runner, don't be alarmed. This is simply a metaphor for initiative.

If we remain on the treadmill, we can see what we are running toward but never come close. Thought I would make use of time working out -- usually when my more insightful thoughts emerge.

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Colder Weather

I finally have decided to have organized thoughts -- what better way to express myself than to create a blog, right?

Today is a very special day in my heart. My grandfather, "Papa," passed a year ago... It was hard at first to let go, but I have overcome rather than succumb to sorrow. In three days, I will be 21. We buried him on my birthday -- ouch. Upon his death, my aunt told me  that I was to fill the spiritual void in my family. Hearing that from a family member is touching to say the least... not to mention terrifying.

I often think to myself what will happen in another year from now, but Matt Chandler said it best: "Tomorrow's dream makes for a crummy God." That statement has been embedded in my mind since I heard him speak those words of truth. Enjoy his grace daily!

In closing, I am not going to have a particular theme to my blog other than a theme of randomness. What a reader should expect to see: my spiritual growth/struggles, work-out plans/tips, various adventures, technological advances in the world and politics.

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