One year ago, I went for it, opting to nail a bucket list item, by starting a resolution outside of the confines of that dreaded first week of the year, when failure looms heavily on all who try to make a change. One year ago, I was inspired to remove the dust from this URL, which I’d been squatting on for several years.
[Note: The following post was included as a Lenten reflection for Edwards Church, UCC’s daily reflections on “Sacred Conversations” in 2015.]
[Note: The following post was included as a Lenten reflection for Edwards Church, UCC’s daily reflections on “Sacred Conversations” in 2015, adapted from my thoughts in my post entitled In the Face of So Much Sadness from March 2014.]
In what I think rounds out my series on fifteen year anniversaries of the relationship with my wife; from the moment she really caught my attention, via our first date, we finally make it to our fifteenth engagement anniversary. (And, if you’re still aching for more sappiness, check out my thirteen year posts on our mooniversary, and our wedding itself!).
I remember parts of it like it was yesterday. But it wasn’t. It was thirteen years ago tonight when my wife and I spoke our wedding vows and began this incredible journey together.
It’s been an unusual week for me. I hesitate to use words that come easily like “terrible” or “worst ever” because I know that there are people with whom I’m quite close, even, who have equally challenging weeks on an all-to-frequent basis. I do have it in perspective, but I still can recognize the fact that there has been more stress than I am accustomed to, or desire.
Every four years, I enjoy the World Cup season. That sentence has been carefully crafted, so as not to be a lie. Instinctively, I’d have written “look forward to” or “anxiously await”, but in actuality, the World Cup has a way of sneaking up on me, making it all the more enjoyable when the games finally roll around.
World Cup everywhere at InfoComm
I’m putting in time this weekend. My wife is a delegate to the 215th Annual Meeting of the Massachusetts Conference of the United Church of Christ, and I tagged along. It’s been my kind of day. I have gone for walks, eaten out, played on the computer, and otherwise roamed around the conference center and hotel.