Feb 27, 2011
en·am·ored1: to inflame with love —usually used in the passive with of 2: to cause to feel a strong or excessive interest or fascination —usually used in the passive with of or with <baseball fans enamored of statistics>
I get enamored.
Sometimes it’s a smile or some small peculiar way a girl does something that she or no one else in the room probably even notices…
Sometimes it’s watching people do something they love and are extremely talented at doing.
Sometimes it’s with a song that I’ll swear I could have written if ______ _______ hadn’t beat me to it. (I’m looking at you Script) haha
Sometimes it’s with the fact that God gives me grace when I deserve much much worse.
I say all of that to say this. Being enamored is good and healthy. I pray it always leads me to pursuing a girl like a real fella should…
…leads me to working on my craft not to try to out do anyone, but to be better at what I love and want to do, and be able to serve people better in doing that…
…and leads me to being more humbled by God’s grace than prideful and entitled to act as I please.
I’ve noticed myself getting carried away lately being enamored by things, so I thought I’d share my thoughts on it.
That’s it. Thanks for readin. Leave your thoughts on whatever social network you found this ; )
Feb 22, 2011
Great timing on this video to follow up with my last post. “Don’t Quit”
If you don’t have the time to check out the entire hour, you can find some clips from it at youtube.com/mhcseattle
Feb 17, 2011
When it comes to the
trivial mundane things in life:
…I normally quit. (Another confession: I don’t know where this is going, but stay with me)
I have been struggling lately with the thought of quitting and/or taking a break from twitter/facebook. I would never actually delete these, I am a musician in an age where social networking is beyond crucial for an unknown indie fella, but somethings gotta give.
I’m a people pleaser by nature who wants for instant gratification like Michael Scott wants for Holly Flax.
This is bad and I hate it. Why?
…and don’t take this the wrong way, promise me you wont…..
I hate that I care so much what you think.
Who knows what great songs/hooks/melodies I have missed out on writing because I couldn’t make the push to finish strong because I needed instant gratification.
Who knows what good conversations I have missed out on because I was busy checking my phone to see if anyone had mentioned me on twitter, or see if my latest witty status update had a few more likes.
“…I was too worried that what I thought was brilliant, you would take for crap”
Moral of the story. I’m a quitter. The worse kind. The kind who quits on diets because it wasn’t worth the headache. The kind who quits reading books because I couldn’t stop chatting on FB. The kind who quits on writing a song because I was too worried that what I thought was brilliant, you would take for crap.
I don’t want to be a quitter anymore. I need some time to unplug from instant gratification, power down the phone, and just enjoy life without needing to please you.
I love you all, and I’m not going anywhere, but I needed to articulate all that. Hopefully I’ll do better unplugging from now on.