When I pulled up to pick my mid kid up from school today he asked if I wanted to read his story. It was formatted perfectly and used advanced language and circumstance. It was only a page, but it was solid. Turns out the kid can write. Turns out I could not be more proud of knowing my kid can write. This is not A King-Hill thing. I cannot pretend to understand how amazing that lifestyle must’ve been to cultivate such an amazing house filled with writers.
What am I cultivating? I wonder sometimes. I know that I have created an environment where these kids feel empowered and supported to try new things.
Some Thoughts:
- Many people have small minds and small lives and they are absolutely happy with it. I respect that.
- I have less respect for those who want more and are simply too terrified of change and chance in order to take the chances to make a better lives for themselves.
- I’ve been slowly developing a better life for myself and one that remains in constant transition.
- Excited about this weekend of football. Facing an improved version of a team we lost 18-8 to last year with our new team that offers more talent top to bottom than the first and a better coaching scheme and staff. That doesn’t stop me from being worried we will get beat. Either way it is going to be a dogfight.