I’m sure by now you have heard about the passing of actor and comedian, Robin Williams. Williams, who was 63, was found unconscious and not breathing inside his home in Tiburon, California, on Monday, August 11, 2014. He was pronounced dead of suspected suicide. Since then an outpouring of mourning, remembrance and sadness has been flooding every media outlet. It’s become apparent that Robin Williams wasn’t just an entertainer, but for the many people out there in the world, he was an inspirational light that has touched so many with his kindness. (more…)
Lately I’ve been seeing way too many people talking about how they were stuck in situations where they didn’t want to be in. They complain of not having the time, money or opportunity to go out and do the thing that they would like to do. Instead of attempting to take each moment as a new chance to break away from their currently trajectory they put their blinders up and continue on the same path. But there is a way to break the mold. You are never too old or too young to chase your dreams and seize the day, and you can always change your situation or at least change the way you experience life. (more…)
They say when life gives you lemons you make lemonade, but often times you feel as though there aren’t enough sweeteners anywhere else no matter what you do to take the bitterness of life away. It’s in these times where you feel like just dumping the bitter lemonade on the floor and giving up, even though you shouldn’t. In these times you should rebuild this metaphorical lemonade with your own sweeteners and make the best damn lemonade that you possibly can make.
The majority of my friends and family right now are going through some tough times. Financial problems, relationship status changes, health problems, life shifts, or in my case all of the above. They call to tell me their frustrations, and often times they feel as though there is nothing they could do about their situations. (more…)
I was raised on the edge of a small country town where the land was vast and the amount of dairy cows roaming around almost outnumbered the people. If I walked down my street out of the small opening that gave access to the rows of picture perfect suburban houses, I was greeted with a lonely back road that winded its way through green pastures and an abundance of rich growing crop. Everyone either owned a farm, some land, a dairy or new someone who owned one. Life was of a slower pace, but almost everyone I knew owned a gun.
My grandfather took me out in the back yard once when I was a kid to show me how a rifle works. He reminded me over and over again about how you should always treat any gun like the safety was off and it was loaded. I was never to point it at anyone, and I was told to always be cautious. When I wasn’t spying through the sight and firing the rifle at a distant target, the safety was on and the rifle was unloaded and pointed in a safe direction with my fingers off of the trigger. I even went to the shooting range with my dad where the same rules were reiterated. I was raised by family and around friends who was either in the police department, in the military, or both at one time or another, so guns were just another part of everyday life for me. (more…)