This Sunday: drawing inspiration from the work of others. Here’s what has caught my eyes and ears in the past couple of weeks.
It was my first incomplete. The Capital City Half Marathon in Columbus, Ohio would be my 11th half, my second this year. But the clock stopped at 12.6 miles and would not resume. Biggest shocker? This was also one of my best races.
The Shenandoah Caverns were an afterthought. A stop on the way home from a long weekend trip, just XY and me. And they were breathtaking.
What if not every moment in life had a purpose? In fact, what if we set aside moments whose purpose was no purpose at all? In short, what if we created more white space around ourselves?
Sometimes, doing the right thing isn’t the easy thing. My trip to work Wednesday morning might be the perfect illustration of the point.
I ran the Rock ‘n’ Roll Half Marathon yesterday. At 8:35 a.m., on a 30-degree day, surrounded by thousands of others, I was literally chasing minimalism down the middle of a downtown DC street.
I took a sabbatical for the past few weeks. Not just from this blog, but from social media too. I’ve returned to tell the tale.
I haven’t had a TV set in my house in about a decade. Last weekend, for about 10 minutes, I wished I did.
Just before sitting down to write these words, I finished reading a book and handed it off to my mother-in-law. So tonight’s the perfect time to talk about how books come into our lives and stay there.
I reclaimed my nightstand this weekend. I had two goals for doing it: bust clutter and continue getting my electronics under control. Paradoxically, it took more electronics to do this.