Author: ScootyDub

Happy Sunday, Reader “He’s selling,” she said. Sarah put down her phone and looked up at me with disbelief. I could feel my stomach sink. The hot real-estate market strikes again. Two years in a row. What are the odds? Another year, another round of packing, moving, and hoping. “I guess it’s time for another adventure,” I said, trying to force a smile. Sarah did smile, but I could see worry in her eyes. We didn’t want to be starting this process again. We wanted to skip the packing, the…

Happy Sunday, Reader Life is more enjoyable when you’re not trying to predict every outcome. But I suck at it. I constantly sift through potential scenarios, reactions, and, of course, judgments. And for what? All I get is too much cortisol and drops of sweat tickling down my rib cage. For example, I was in a head-on collision to start March. The sun was shining behind me, casting a shadow onto the narrow, slush-covered laneway in and out of the parking lot. Ahead of me came ripping a black…

Happy Sunday, Reader
We don’t find time. We make time by sacrificing something.
This month, I struggled to balance professional priorities and personal projects. No matter how much I tinkered with my schedule, something always fell through the cracks. It became clear I was playing a game of substitutions.
One thing in, one thing out.
We need to make difficult decisions to do what needs to be done. We can’t rely on cruise control to get where we’re going if we want to get there on time. We…

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Happy Sunday, Reader
It’s around noon on New Year’s Day when we hear the unmistakable “click-click” of a dead car battery.
Sarah turns the key in the ignition again while I hold my breath in the passenger’s seat. Click-click.
Guess we’re not going to the mountains today,” I said, shrugging off my seatbelt.
I knew it was me who left the interior light on, rummaging for my misplaced sunglasses the night before. (Looking for…

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Happy Sunday, Reader
Joy isn’t found, it’s formed.
I jotted these five words on December 10th. The day I finally did (most) of my Christmas shopping. I dislike shopping (or spending money), but it wasn’t so bad on this particular day.
See, it’s been another dark, dreary December in south-central Alberta. While the weather’s been mild, with no snow on the ground, I wasn’t feeling very festive. I thought I needed the twinkle of…

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Happy Sunday, Reader!
The collective curse of knowledge expands every day.
Innovation is accelerating in technology, medicine, and other modern marvels. More and more of what seemed like science fiction a year ago has become integrated into our standard operating perspectives. Things have changed so quickly and seamlessly we can’t appreciate what’s happening.
If you’re reading this and thinking, “What’s changed?” I’ll tell you:…