But as any surfer will tell you, you are best served by waiting patiently and enjoying how wonderful it is to be in the ocean.

Seeking fresh air and perspective, I hiked a trail 20 minutes outside downtown Boulder.

I’ve lived a lot of my life in my head.   I spent so much time searching, swimming for reasons, and hoping to find a

I love words.

I love how bendable they are.

The way they can shift and contort into different shapes depending on how they are deployed.

I love how often they accidentally reveal the genius hidden in our language.

Sometimes, we are smacked in the face with a lesson acutely.   The way we learn about ourselves can take many forms.  We enter a situation

“The enemy of great is good.” I’ve been hearing that for the longest time. You can be comfortable with good. You can be satisfied with

To reveal itself. It’s almost as if it can hear us wondering about its efficacy. And then BLAM. Last Friday, I went for a run.

Fear of not being enough. Fear of never mattering. Fear of not being remembered. A whole amalgam of different shapes and colors that boil down