You have probably heard some combination of the words “Fortune Favors”, whether it was with bravery or boldness. Like crossing your fingers tightly, uttering these words is a little prayer to be steadfast - unwavering in body and mind. Any time you are about to roll the dice of life, these words are your verbal cloak. Say ‘em and send it.
This blog was dreamed up on the idea that our fortune - both the good and bad - starts long before bravery or boldness. Fortune is cut from the cloth of process, mined in the “woah” of adventure, and shined in the act of reflection. Fortune is easy to spot in success, but just like the sun, it’s always there, even on rainy days.
The truth, as far as I can make it out to be, is that fortune favors… anything. You just have to be willing to laugh at what is and be curious about what is not.
You need not always be bold or brave. Just remember to cross your fingers before you go.
5 Things That I Learned From Cycling
This year, I invested in a road bike, complete with pedals that require the rider to “clip in.” By attaching your feet to the pedal, you become a much more efficient machine. In my quest to better understand how to do something, I realized that I first needed to understand my thoughts better. From all of this, I came up with five things that cycling has taught me.
depth of field
The lens is a powerful way to view the world, both as a tool and as a symbol. It can teach us how to create a beautiful composition, even if the frame is crowded. With a lens - understanding the depth of field is the fundamental way to leverage what’s in focus. What if we applied that practice to our everyday life?
joystill moments
For many, joy is a mandatory mood. If you plan to be out in public, oh my you had better be the most pleasant you have ever been. You should be on your best behavior, if you will. After all, how could you not be joyful after you’ve decked the halls?! What could stop you from feeling great pleasure as you enter another year?!
Often times, there are traceable moments where some joy spilled out at a point in the year. Now, they stand at our collective holiday party with a cup that is not joy-full.