I thought I was self-aware. To me, I was the most self-aware person I knew. I had no blindspots, and if I did, I would find them soon enough, all by myself.
I’m reading Wild at Heart by John Eldredge again, and it has been tearing my heart into beautiful little pieces. I didn’t know how much I needed it. It’s awakened a part of my soul that has been lying dormant. This isn’t necessarily a bad thing – but I recognize that it’s time to dive into my masculinity.
Someone asked this question of me recently: "What was your dream when you were a kid? What did you want to be?" I could barely remember anything specific, but I do remember the deep longing I felt as a 4 or 6 year old. The longing to be great.
This spring, I went on a ‘No Shame Campaign’ to abolish shame from my life. I can honestly say, without any pride, that I have been shame-free since then. I don’t mean that there are never moments where I feel shame, but that I’ve developed a resiliency to…
I don't think there is a soul on the planet who doesn't need encouragement every so often. It is so critical to thriving in life. There is enough negative crap in the world, we need to do all we can to talk about the awesome things that are true.
Think about your 5 closest friends. Do they think like you? Act like you? Maybe even look like you? What I'm saying is that people of integrity find other people of integrity. People who gossip find other people who…
As I’ve come alive and faced my fears, valiantly battled against lies, confronted wrong beliefs, and painfully learned how to love myself – all part of the journey of coming alive – I’m noticing that I live life differently.