To the often asked, “Do you even lift bro?” Nope. Never. What’s a dumbbell?

To the often asked, “Do you even lift bro?” Nope. Never. What’s a dumbbell?
“This is not hard. Don’t you dare tell us this is hard. Fighting cancer is hard. Birthing a baby is hard. Losing a parent is hard. Drinking your coffee black. Is. Not. Hard.”
“I believe in God. I mean, I guess I do. Someone has to create all of this, right? Well, life is pretty amazing, if you think about it. He’s real…”
“New year, new me.” We hear it every year. From everybody. Facebook. Friends. Family. TV. Everyone sells this dream of magically turning their life, or yours, around at the drop of a New Year’s ball…
I love my mom. There. I said it. Out loud. I will always say it and I will always mean it…
I missed my exit. Completely drove right past it. Oops. Ok, just a quick turn around and I’ll be there. Nope. Another 15 minutes goes by and all I can do is smile, because I finally arrived. I had just reached the place that would hold my dreams inside.
“Yes, there were times, I’m sure you knew, when I bit off more than I could chew. But through it all, when there was doubt, I ate it up and spit it out. I faced it all and stood tall. And I did it my way.”
If there’s anything I’ve learned throughout my life, it’s that sometimes, timing is everything….
This happens across the world, every second of every day. How many times a day do you go to a coworker, a friend, a family member, some stranger online and utter these three words: I bet you…