Moving the woodpile

On the pleasure of concrete progress

Moving the woodpile

I started the day feeling stumped, stuck in a rut and marginally overwhelmed. Why? I’ve set some outrageous goals. I’m writing four books in two years. And doing this while sending daily content to all ya’ll. I am committed to sending this darn thing every day. It’s odd to think of not taking a break or finding some excuse to interrupt this streak. The notion of ‘ongoing’ can become overwhelming.

And?

Ongoing is what living is all about. Ongoing is what parenting is all about. Perfection happens once something is complete. Your life is perfect once it is complete. It is complete once you’re dead. Stop trying to be perfect you suicidal mother fucker.

When it comes to life, parenting, writing, work and pretty much everything else, I’m simply foolish: Love sets the tone. Love is the way in and the way out.  and the way out is simply love. Love assumes good intentions. Love. Energy. Attention. Focus. Action. Love powers both the magical and mundane. 

And? The ongoing respon…