“It’s not about purpose. It’s not about healthy eating. It’s not about rest, or relationships, or religion or exercise. I only have two secrets that helped me live to 103-years old.”
The woman on the tv screen was mesmerizing. My dad and I sat together smiling, hanging onto her every word. She lived on this earth for more than a century, but her face was barely wrinkled. She stood without a hunch. She spoke without any slurred speech or delay. Mentally, she seemed as fit as I am.
There must have been something that led to this kind of sustained…
With slippery hands gently clutched around my knees, back curled over ninety-degrees, face looking down into the scalding cement pavement, I focused on catching my breath and wiping off the ovular drops of sweat that were relay-racing from the top of my forehead down into my eyes and congregating just above my top lip.
I straightened out, put my hands over my head to give my lungs some expansion room, let out a booming exhale and turned up the volume on the little voice that was offering words of wisdom inside my ears.
That’s when I heard a phrase that…
“There was blood everywhere. But wait, let me backtrack.”
“This piercing voice was screaming so loudly that I could hear her from the second floor. She lives on the fourth. I’m a nurse, so when I hear somebody screeching, “Heeeeelp! Heeeeelp!” I spring into action. I jolted out of my apartment and checked all the rooms on my floor. Then I sprinted up the stairs to the third floor. The screaming wasn’t coming from there either.
I raced up to the fourth floor, and I heard it loud and clear. “Help! Help me right now!” I crept into apartment 4F…
To get outside my comfort zone, I once took a swing dancing class.
I grew increasingly frustrated because I wasn’t the best dancer — nowhere near it — and apparently my frustration was evident. My teacher came over to me and asked what was up.
After telling him I was just annoyed because I didn’t like to be bad at anything, he told me,
“Dancing isn’t about good or bad. Like life, it’s about cadence. It follows a sequence and asks you to keep up in the best way you possibly can. It doesn’t ask you to be the best.”
“Are we ever going to stop running?” Jeri looks at Teri and Keri, as he tries to take a big gasp of air to finally catch his breath. His front legs propel him forward, but he stays in the same spot on the same rungs of the circular ladder he runs on every single day. He’s a one-year old, chestnut brown hamster with white spots, and he is known in the cage to spark up some debate and conversation regarding their daily activities.
“I love to run! It makes me feel safe, stable, and secure! I have no problem going…
I’ve been thinking a lot about a person I’ve never met. I’ve seen pictures — black and white mostly — of her rectangular face, bifocals pressed against her eyes. I’ve heard she was one of the most original women to grace this earth with her radiant presence. But I unfortunately never got a chance to meet my great grandma Dotty.
But when I saw a dog and its owner wearing matching sunglasses the other day, I couldn’t help but immediately think of the entertaining anomaly that great grandma Dotty must have been.
People like this are one of a kind…
Hi how are you
My Bar Mitzvah was 49 years ago today
Want to hear me sing it
I got this text from my dad. No context, out of the blue, middle of the afternoon on a Thursday. To some, it may seem odd. But to me, it perfectly encapsulates my dad’s personality.
He begins by focusing on somebody other than himself. He then reveals something he’s proud of. He ends with humor. This text is my dad personified. A selfless, hard-working man who knows not to take himself too seriously.
For as long as I can remember, my dad…
When something feels more like a chore than a privilege, it’s time to take a step back and reflect. Especially when something you once really enjoyed has become something you dread, then you must reevaluate when and why this happened.
For me, this happened with reading.
When I was really little, I loved reading. Matt Christopher books, Goosebumps, the Little Miss and Mr. series, Captain Underpants. But as I got older and the books got more serious, I dreaded picking up a book. …
I received this message on LinkedIn from Sezai Burak Kantarcı:
Hey Jordan. I’ve read your story called “Question Everything” on Medium and wanted to reach out. It was such a thought provoking piece for me. Wanted to try my luck with connecting with you. Thanks for the inspiration.
Thank you for trying your luck and having the courage to commit. It’s refreshing and exciting to see people go after what they desire, whether they believe they’ll receive what they want or not.
Every great pursuit begins with somebody trying their luck.
Every idea starts with a bold ask.
My neck shot up so quickly, I thought I had whiplash. I straightened myself out, shuffled some papers to pretend like I was doing something and stared at my computer screen.
But just a few moments later, my mouse slowly inched forward. My head leaned slightly to the left. My eyelids fought like little warriors but ultimately succumbed to the cinder blocks weighing them down.
Again, I was asleep.
Whether in an office environment or cozied up on your couch with some tea and a laptop, we’ve all fought the alluring temptation of an impromptu snooze. But some of…