Too often, we let ourselves feel overwhelmed by to-do lists and mounting phone reminders. We get caught up in all that we should do or shouldn't do and we pile expectations on top of one another like they're dirty clothes. But, what if we chose the day's single-most important task and made that the main objective? Sure, you can accomplish other chores throughout the day (you probably should), but all that will figure itself out. You focus your energy on that Golden Goal.
I took the month of August off from blogging on Dadding Depressed. In doing so, I had to remind myself of a few truths in order to grasp onto the freedom and rest I needed. Everything needs to breathe, and if I don't allow this project to inhale, I'll suffocate it, burn out, and probably…
She's asleep. Finally. Lindsey gets ready to go for a run. By herself. She needs the break. Isaiah cries. Shiloh stirs.
Having one kid makes you a baby daddy. Having two kids? That makes you a father. Ok, there's not really a difference, but parenthood somehow feels more real now that I've got both feet in the kiddie pool. It's like, having two kids, makes me stand a little taller as I finally accept the fact that this is my life now. I'm a dad. A father.
I was sick as a dog, half-packed for a track meet and trying to nap in my dorm when I learned my sister had taken her own life.
We are on vacation to Hilton Head island. Instead of Friday links, enjoy this family album!
My wife’s family releases a couple newsletters throughout the year. This is the latest one, and I thought I’d share.
"You know where wisdom comes from, right?" my dad asked over my car's purring engine. I anticipated the answer, just like how when I was a kid he'd ask, "Where do liars go?" and I'd recite, "The White House." His friends would laugh.
My wife's family releases a couple newsletters throughout the year. This is the latest one, and I thought I'd share.
Here are some Dadding Depressed articles to help you survive the holiday season. And, because everybody loves Gifs, I added those.