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My 100th Consecutive Post: The Next Chapter
For the last 100 Sundays, I’ve posted an essay here on Stirring Point. This piece will be my last—with any arc of consistency—although I’ll post occasionally when I feel I have something to say. The time has come for me to focus on writing efforts I’ve long ignored. A book awaits my attention. I need…
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Remembering a Friend
Some thoughts for an old friend that’s no longer with us.
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A Night with Pearl Jam: Unity Through Music in New Orleans
The power of music cannot be denied.
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Pushing Through to Catch a Fix: The Struggle and Reward
The sun peeks through the window and finds the edge of an already warm bed. I lay there, eyes aloft, wondering how I’ll muster the energy to stand. I overdid it yesterday and now my joints are cast in hardening plaster. Stiff ankles lead to plodding steps, and a craned neck lists right in a…
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What I Think About When I’m Running
Resilience is everything. Embrace it whenever you can.
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How Rose-Colored Glasses Affect Our Memories
The Nostalgia Effect has an impact on how we view the past and this cognitive bias often functions like a trap. But it can also help us grow when we see how the mind is actually behaving.
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Lodged Memories
You’re still here after all these years. I’m starting to think you’re lodged in the gut like an inoperable bullet. A lead slug, to be exact, leaching toxins into the bloodstream and slowly poisoning the organs. My optimism tries convincing me that you’re a gift. It claims you’re a remnant, an artifact from adolescence I’m…
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The Importance of Focus in a Distracted World
There’s nothing simple about managing the amount of distractions in our modern lives. But for the sake of balance, we must try and stay focused, and today’s a great day to get started.
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Preparing for My First 50-Mile Ultramarathon
Running 50 miles straight will test me in every way I can imagine. Time to step up and push so I’m ready on race day.
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Morning Bliss: Coffee and Mountain Views
Fresh snow falls in sheets, blanketing the shoulders of the nearby mountains. Pine groves punch through the powdery surface and color the slopes with their greens and browns. Only the village lights below are alive and dancing. Everyone’s tucked in; the world is still asleep. The coffee is bold and brings me to life. I…
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