Just Hit Record

I embraced the concepts of minimalism about 3 years back.  At first it was difficult but over time, it has become far less so.  Recently I began to switch my thinking from minimalism to enoughism.  How much of anything is enough?  These are my thoughts on that.

There's a time and a place for powerful words.  The problem is, when those words become popular, they lose their power.  We say we "love" tacos and we "love" our spouse.  The word love in these situations cannot hold the same weight.  If they did, my commitment to my wife would last about as long as it take to devour an al pastor street taco.

This country is wide open and it is full of adventures.  We've been sold a bill of goods.  We've been told that if we work hard we can buy a house we can't afford.  Imagine the meeting where suits decided they would loan people money and those people would pay back that money for half their life!

What is this thing?  It's not a podcast but it's broadcasted like one.  It's not a blog because it's not in written form.  It's something different and in this session I discuss why I call it Just Hit Record.

I was a goal keeper growing up and now my son is.  Soccer is this one thing we share just he and I.  Yes, my wife will sit in the room with us while our teams play and we scream and jump and cry but she isn't paying attention.  This is father son stuff and I love it.

I've gone to church for a long time and I've heard the leadership pay convincing lip service to the fact that the Church is the body of Christ, the people.  If that really is true, why are most churches teaching us how to invite people to church and not to Jesus?

Every year when my mom comes to visit to hosts an epic cooking competition with my kids.  They plan the meals, do the grocery shopping, cook and present the grub.  This contest is more than a contest.  It's a deep dive into relationship building.  A time and space where a grandmother can deeply bond with her grandkids.

Social media was supposed to make our lives better.  In some ways it has (hi mom) but in most regards it's left us less social, angry and taking up one side or the other.

I've recently realized how long I have struggled with intense anxiety.  Growing up I didn't know it had a name.  I just thought it was the ever present pain in my chest.  The closest thing I could call it was fear but it wasn't that really.  It was something else.

Since then I have learned to combat this creeping feeling.  I've learned tricks and exercises that help me cope.

I want my kids to know that, if they ever struggle with mental illness, it is ok.  You are not weak.  You are not less and you can fight back.

This is not a podcast and I hope you'll choose not to listen.

This is documentation for future generations.  These are the daily thoughts of a mentally ill person.  A dreamer.  A story teller.  A father. A son.