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Camouflaged

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Camouflaged
Photo By: Sonyo Estavillo

We are not always able to see reality

Because our focus is everywhere else

And our answer is hidden, but simple

Camouflaged with all the distractions

But you can find the resolve you need

Look closer, it’s right before your eyes


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Trying vs. Doing: Choose Your Verb

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Trying vs. Doing: Choose Your Verb
Photo By: Sonyo Estavillo

I heard the titled phrase from an acquaintance who happens to also be a teacher. It struck me as an easy “go to” phrase to keep tucked away and ready to pull out when you need a little motivation. Read the rest of this entry »

When Ordinary Humans Become Extraordinary: The Power of Will

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Robert Marchand 105 years old sets biking record.


On January 4, 2017, a senior citizen who is definitely retired set an inspirational record. He biked 14 miles in one hour. This measly 14 miles in an hour is considered beginner’s speed by a livestrong.com article. Not to mention, 14 miles on a bike in one hour is a snail pace compared to Denise Mueller of San Diego, who is the world’s fastest female bicyclist. Read the rest of this entry »

We All Become Manic After The New Year!

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The New Year brings out the manic in all of us; at least I can speak for myself, anyway. It’s not like I’m not already prone to a little OCD…well, I’m actually more than a little OCD.

Every year we get a chance to kick ourselves in the ass and broadcast to our friends and loved ones all the things we have on our to-do list during the coming year. One of my manic goals is that I plan on posting a blog every day, which isn’t such a bad thing ex Read the rest of this entry »

Faithing Obstacles

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Faith inscription on a granite blockWhen the word faith is brought up, you might be the “oh no” type of person who rolls their eyes and grimaces at the recollection of childhood Sundays being dragged to church when you’d rather have been watching football or playing outside. You had to wear that stupid button-up shirt with those pressed slacks, and your mother combed your hair to the side. Or you had to wear that frilly dress and those stockings that you absolutely hated. And those berets in your hair! Read the rest of this entry »