embracing uncertainty

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news flash. I don’t know what comes next. I know what I’d like to happen, and I know what direction I’m heading. But I really couldn’t tell you where I’ll end up. I am a dreamer lost in my mind. I’m a traveler on foot, I’ll get there even if it takes me awhile. Where I go from here is enticingly undecided. And if I’m being honest, I’m absolutely okay with that. my goal is to simply keep going. I will live adventurously embracing the uncertainty that is thrown my way.

Peace, Love, and Happiness…

–Joe

a discourse in experiential learning

I’m graduating with an associate’s degree next week. I can’t begin to express how awesome that feels. And even though it meansĀ  I’m only a little over halfway to my bachelor’s, it’s still very important to me. It is a tangible accomplishment that can never be taken away.

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But what does it really mean? Physically it is a piece of paper that declares my successful completion of enough credit hours in the requisite categories. But it is really much more than that. It’s laughing in the hallways with my Phi Theta Kappa friends. It’s countless hours spent commuting. It’s the anxiety of balancing work and school. It’s the bond I formed with classmates while suffering through the lectures of a terrible instructor. It will forever be an experience that means more to me than what I learned in my classes. My perspective is based on more than the credentials, and so society will always put a different meaning to my degree than I do.

I’m a strong proponent of experiential learning. I hold faithfully to the notion that many concepts cannot be taught in a classroom. Wisdom is decidedly different than knowledge. As a society we put a great emphasis on learning through exposure, especially with increasing numbers of college graduates. In our obsession of experiencing things, we’ve forgotten their value. Too often we pursue experience solely for the sake of building a resume. We must return to accomplishing tasks with the intention of living in those moments.

So yeah, I’m excited to receive my degree. Excited because it marks what I’ve been living the past two years. Though I’m far more interested in what I will experience moving forward.

Peace, Love, and Happiness…

–Joe

character development #9

Author’s note: I like to pretend that at some point I could write decent fiction, and so I occasionally dabble in imagining my characters…

There is a man they speak of, a mystery even to himself. He is a paradox. The more you meet him the less you know him. Given a multitude of names, he is many things to many people. A gentleman and a scholar. The warrior and the peacekeeper.aa Sophisticated yet course. Young and old. He is an outspoken hermit. Capable of shattering empires by his words, though rarely uttering a syllable. Terrifying to behold though his heart burns with compassion. Legend pursues him “Immortal!” they accuse him on the battlefield. He the first to correct. “I am entirely a man,” he states. Just trying to live the life he’s been given.

Peace, Love and Happiness…

–Joe

Personality and Shoes

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As Forrest Gump said, “you can tell a lot about a person by their shoes.” Well these are my shoes, and they sure don’t hide much. I got these as something to wear instead of my hiking shoes. Though the other night during my commute I pulled into this local Conservation area to check out the river. Of course now they’re dirty. I guess as much as I try to fill the role of a typical university student, I can’t hide that I’m really an outdoors junky at heart. That I belong somewhere else. And I suppose I’m okay with that.
Peace, Love, and Happiness…
–Joe

musical words

Author’s note: My goodness! I had forgotten about this one. Wrote it months ago. Unfortunately I accidentally published it in the wrong place, and so it wasn’t visible until I happened upon it last week. Like Christmas all over again

He opens the notepad

and we begin.

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With every stroke of the pen

he conducts his orchestra.

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The keyboard is his instrument

no one can play his music but he.

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For he is the composer

writing only for himself.

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The words liken to music in his ears

Few may comprehend, even Fewer may care.

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But this music holds meaning for him

And so he plays on.


Peace, Love, and Happiness…

–Joe

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