Celebrating the nots of 2018.

I listened. She whispered.

And here I was, facing that blurry line, again — the line between service and martyrdom.

With love, from Austin.

But now those brilliant ideas are mocking you.

What if you got off the main highway and took a few unscheduled stops along the way?

Maybe that rock-solid wall of preparation has been keeping the revolutionary ideas at bay, like a blinking No Vacancy sign.

…a few of bravery’s many disguises.

He’s banking on you being so dazzled by his shine you won’t bother to take a closer look.

Others re-wrote our story, without our consent.

Autopiloting through your own life. Like the shortest route was your only priority.

Learning to dream changed everything for me. My doing changed; it became more focused, more enjoyable, more sustainable.

It’s in the smaller moments that our character gets shaped and new paths get launched.

I’m the jerk who’s going to footnote love.

Mothers are different.