strange days

The last few months have been a bit strange for me. Strange days ... From The Doors:
Strange days have found us And through their strange hours We linger alone Bodies confused Memories misused As we run from the day To a strange night of stone
I don't know what the lyrics to that song meant to Jim Morrison. And I do feel the strange days in my world. And I do sort of know how this came to be. Once upon a time several years ago, I founded a software company. During the first few years, I wore many hats and roles as we busted ass to grow this company. As the company grew, some of the hats and roles changed. The "to do" list constantly grew. The needs to address seemed endless at times. Yet the time, effort, energy, blood, sweat, and...

white tesla

A few weeks back, I noticed something unique yet consistent each time I would venture out on a drive. A white Tesla. It started like this. One day I was driving when I noticed a white Tesla going the opposite direction. I recall my reaction as something like this: "Huh, a white Tesla." Okay, of course, Teslas are not new, and I have seen them plenty of times on the road before. I didn't think anything more about it. A few days later, I was driving again. Going the opposite direction once again was a white Tesla. At first I thought, well this must be the same time of day as when I saw the Tesla a few days prior. However, it was a different time of day on a completely different road. And each time I...


I have a growing feeling that we can do more in the category of altruism. And if we did, how would the world change? There is a saying that goes something like this: "Be the change you wish to see in the world." It's a really great quote and something that I need to personally remind myself of more often. (Sidebar tangent: I had always thought the above quote was attributed to Mahatma Gandhi. After doing some internet research, I found that maybe the quote should probably be credited to Arleen Lorrance.) I woke early this morning with a feeling. Part of the feeling has hints of discontentment. A bit of urge to do more. Or maybe a better way to describe the feeling is do something different. Change. How does this all relate to...


While journaling this morning, I was expressing gratitude for a few things, experiences, etc. One of the things I am jotted down this morning is being grateful for my freedom. And then instantly my mind started whirling so many thoughts. So I decided to hop on and write about freedom, not really sure where this will go. :) What is freedom? Not trying to be cute with the question. No, it's not a rhetorical question either. Yes, we hear about freedom often. I think that freedom is up for interpretation and determination by the individual. Yes, I suppose one could point to certain ideals, opportunities, etc. and call this freedom. Is being restricted the opposite of freedom? Okay, I couldn't resist going to Merriam-Webster, hoping to read a definition that provides some clarity. more 0