When I was five, there were two genres of books: fiction and non-fiction. The distinction was easy enough for little kids to understand: fiction meant that the story was made up, and non-fiction meant that the story was not made up. As we got older, we realized that the genre of fiction was actually much more expansive than we realized. Fantasy books were much different than romance, despite sharing the common denominator of imagination, wonder, and surprise.

The minute you think that you know about something, you discover you’re a novice. The minute you think you’re too old, you’re crying for your mom. The minute you think you’ve missed the bus, there’s one coming around the corner. The minute you think that the moment has passed, another one has taken its place (and another one has already taken the second one’s place). The minute you think that it’s going be to this way, another path illuminates, taking you that way.

+++ title = “11” date = 2018 +++ “I think I’m losing myself,” a friend told me recently. He had just had his second kid, and from my perspective, things had been going somewhat well for him. I asked for clarification. He said, “Life moves so quickly and all of my old hobbies and ways that I used to live my life seem to have been muted by the needs of my family.

When we’re faced with a choice, it sometimes feels like we’re standing facing two or more doors, and thinking hard about which one to go through. We know that once we enter one of the doors, we can’t come back out and have a do-over without serious consequences. These types of decisions prompt us to think about the future. What will happen when we make a choice? How will it affect our livelihood, our families, our moods, and our wallets?

+++ title = “11” date = 2018 +++ I’m thankful that I can type a blog post from a device that fits into my pocket. It’s a dream I’ve always had, ever since I was a kid. I’m thankful that airplanes can transport people to places that are far away, so that they can spend time with the people they don’t see every day. I’m thankful that my 12 week old is starting to sleep through the night.