Mile Markers and What Ifs

There's been quite a few changes in my life in the past two, almost three, years.

Probably the biggest, or at least most outwardly big, of which is that, 11 days ago, I packed everything I own into a trailer and moved to Nashville, TN to begin my Master's Degree.

I haven't written much on the blog about why I'm pursuing a Master's in Marriage and Family Counseling and Therapy. (I mean, I haven't written much on the blog, period.) And, maybe I'll write about that someday. But today, I wanted to write about how I decided to pursue it.


Be At Peace

You've probably wondered why the blog has been silent since April. Or, you know, you haven't.

Josh, why haven't you written anything in almost 6 months?

Well, it's a bit of a long story. The short version is that I have. It's just all been private. I've been participating in an intensive session of group therapy that has asked me to write a lot. This has been extremely good for me. But, the nature of this writing has been very reflective and personal. So, I decided to hand write everything. In the future, I'll probably adapt some of it for the blog. But for now, it's mine.

All of that to say this: Today I came across something that I wanted to share here. It's a piece of writing by Saint Francis de Sales, a Catholic priest from the 16th century.


Why I Hated the How I Met Your Mother Finale

Nine years ago, I started watching How I Met Your Mother. After viewing the pilot episode, I immediately fell in love with it. The characters were hilarious and relatable. The setting (NYC) was magical. (TV has a way of making the city seem like a fairy tale land where anything is possible and no one struggles to make rent on their tiny studio walk up.) And the non-linear storytelling made the story captivating.

Seven days ago, the series finale aired. And I hated it.

Since then, I’ve expressed on social media (see links in the right hand column) my displeasure with how the story ended. And, with a select few friends, I’ve aired my grievances in detail. But, others have asked me why. “I liked it a lot, Josh. Why do you hate it so much?”

Well, I’ll tell you why. (To respect those that have still not seen it, this is your official warning. SPOILERS FOLLOW!)


We > I

I have a default mode.

You know, a way of being that, without purposed attention, I slip into almost effortlessly. My default mode can easily be described in one word. Really, just one letter.

It's "I".

And this "I" mode can show its ugly head in many different ways...


The Year I Swore Off Time Travel

Here we are. Someone blinked, and now it's 2014. But, even though I suspect this isn't the year that I finally get the hoverboard I was promised by Robert Zemekis, I'm more excited about it than any other I can remember.


2013: A Year Surveyed

After taking a few years off from this tradition (2010 - 2012), I've decided to pick it back up again. If you'd like to compare this to past years', you can click for 200920082007, and 2006.

1) What did you do in 2013 that you'd never done before?
Lost a former mentor and friend (same person) and helped people all over the world celebrate his life through the wonder of technology, led my home church in a night of worship, started a photography project with an action figure, received a widow's mite, spent Easter with someone else's family, toured the Ryman, celebrated 100,000 miles, tried schawarma, helped fund a movie (Veronica Mars) on Kickstarter, took a four year old to the movies for the first time, joined a new church in my home town, went deep sea fishing, ate at Motor Supply Company, read a book a friend wrote, spent the weekend at the beach with one of my best friends and his family, ran Folly Beach, ate some Cotton Candy Grapes and authentic British food, battled a chicken home invasion, took a month long sabbatical from social media, celebrated my great aunt and uncle's fiftieth wedding anniversary, hung out with three friends from California in South Carolina, started a new job, and celebrated my friend becoming an elder at his church.


I Turn Everything Over

My birthday was in October.

For me, it's become a time of year when I pause to reflect on my life. Typical questions that come to mind are: Did you accomplish what you wanted to in the past year? Did you make "progress"? Do you like who you are becoming? What changes need to be made for the coming year? Where do you want to go next? What's the plan to get there?

But this year was a little different. And it was all because of a number.

This year I turned 33.


Would You Sell Yourself To Buy the One You've Found?

Right now, I'm sitting in Starbucks.

I've been coming to this same one every day this week to work on a questionnaire for a church I'm interviewing with. Even though this has only happened for three days in a row, I've already developed a routine. Here's how it goes: Arrive around 9am. Order my drink. (Grande Soy Toffee Nut Triple Shot Latte) Find a table and sit down. Do my morning devotional.

After that, I get to the questionnaire. But, you know, first thing's first.

Right now, my devotion includes two things: First is a Bible reading plan from youversion.com. After that, I read a devotional guide from my church.

This morning, in that devotional guide, I was reminded of something that God has been speaking to me about for the past few months.


Josh Pease and The God Who Wasn't There

Way, way back in the year of our Lord, 2008, I met Josh Pease.

I think that it was Allison that introduced us. I remember her saying, "I really like him. And you guys are a lot alike. So I really want you to meet him. Mainly because I think you're so alike, you'll either become best friends or archenemies."

I'm only slightly bummed that we didn't become archenemies.

Instead, he's become one of my favorite humans on earth. (I'm not counting the 6 people who are currently in space.)


Another Shift and My Social Media Break

(Blows dust off of blog)

Hello there, old friend. It's been a while...

Since I know that most of my readers have drifted off to much more populated (and active) blogging harbors by now, I'm going to assume that I'm writing this mostly for myself. (Which actually works out pretty well, since I think all of my best writing was done when I was doing just that.) And since I'm writing this for myself, I don't need to feel the burden of being weighted down by the need to explain what's happened since the fifth of March, when I last posted.

That being said, there are two things I want to say.