Thursday, April 29th, 2010
In which my pursuits are checked
I am in a period of searching for significance through my work. May I remember that it is worth nothing to build my name in something other than Jesus.
I am in a period of searching for significance through my work. May I remember that it is worth nothing to build my name in something other than Jesus.
I am learning that there is a responsibility to being known by another. Sarah and I can’t expect to read each other perfectly right off the bat. Nor can we coast off the years we’ve been together. I am only starting to learn about myself. Really. There is work to be done that I’ve simply […]
I’ve started to take breaks more often in the afternoons. I’ll walk down Howard and up 1st to a little courtyard that I’ve found and just journal and think and watch traffic pass on by. These days with the weather getting warmer, a walk out in the city is just what I need to recenter and […]
In the midst of the craziness of I’m realizing that I need better boundaries. Do I really want to be that dad that doesn’t know his kids because he’s pulling late hours at the office? At the same time, it’s kind of fun staying late with coworkers, sharing in the pain! Ah, yes, it’s every […]
Life is pretty nuts right now. But God’s still good, and with that I’m at peace.
Justin hands me a photo a few weeks ago. Can you get this blown up? Mike wants it. I go see Mike. What do you want it to say? He thinks. “Rest in peace, Godfather. From your brother, Spicy Mike.”
Sunday, I get a call from Mike. “Hey Drew, listen I gotta talk to you man,” he starts. But this time, his voice is different: wearier, on eggshells. “I’m at Alta Bates right now. My brother Wayne’s in the hospital. He’s on his way out.” “Oh, my God. What happened?” “He’s got an infection, and it’s been […]
It’s a strange life, this is. I’m standing at the Caltrain station, watching the 195 leave me behind in the dust, watching a long, slow whistle escape from the engine train and surround me with its delightful irony. Tonight I’ll get home an hour later, maybe by 1AM if I’m lucky. I wobble off my bike, […]