I used to talk a lot.
They taught me silence in their own colorful way.
I Used to Talk a Lot.
On Fatherhood, Manhood & Becoming Better Ancestors.
On Fatherhood, Manhood & Becoming Better Ancestors.
I used to talk a lot.
They taught me silence in their own colorful way.
I enjoy washing dishes and cleaning the kitchen after eating. Seeing the kitchen and dining area after it’s all done is satisfying. This first became a “thing” when I read an article by Leo Babauta in 2010 that impacted the way I approach all the mundane but necessary tasks of the day. wash your bowl “Have you eaten your rice porridge? Then you had better wash your bowl.” It’s become the default...
My daughter has gotten “hit on” twice
while driving on the freeway in the last few weeks.
Seriously.
How successful is this approach?
Boys, do better. Don’t be a fucking idiot and get someone hurt.
Do one today.
Maybe 2 or 3.
The most dangerous fights aren’t loud. They’re the ones that never happen.
Avoiding conflict doesn’t protect your relationship, it poisons it quietly.
Most people live in “I have to…” mode, and wonder why they feel burned out. Flip that to “I get to… ,” and suddenly the same task hits different. It’s not fluff. It’s fuel.
Paleteros still bring a smile to my face, even to this day.
The sound of their little bells echoing down the block was like magic—it lit up the whole neighborhood.
On Fatherhood, Manhood & Becoming Better Ancestors.