I write about this a lot, so I’ll keep it brief. It’s so important for me to have a reset button. You might be hard pressed to find a man who enjoys ironing and cleaning, but I spend time every Sunday afternoon doing just that while listening to podcasts, and I like doing it! For me, Sundays are a way to de-clutter the debris picked up during the previous week, and prepare for the coming storm. Sundays are a time for me to tidy up, organize, and reset because I know that once Monday comes, I’m hitting the ground running. For perspective: as I write I'm sitting outside in the crazy warm Indiana weather listening to Hillsong United's newest album. By the team you read this, I'll probably have

It's Not the Place but the Heart

For as long as I can remember, life was about anticipating what’s next. It’s the natural mind set for a student, as each new year follows a simultaneously unique yet expected pattern with school, family, and friends. Even in college, with each year offering new challenges, I was always able to say to some extent “I know what comes next.” Upon graduation, it got murky, but I quickly found my way into the career I’m currently working in. It’s the normal human process: discussing what to eat for dinner while eating lunch, deciding who should host Christmas before Thanksgiving is over, and so on. We anticipate, which sometimes makes it hard to participate. Before I got hired on as

5 Things I Know to be True

Two weeks ago I asked my poetry students to list out 10 things that they positively, absolutely know to be true. I told them that it could be moral, it could be scientific, mathematic, or in some other realm. The only requirement was that it had to be something that they believed with conviction; beliefs that they could not be easily persuaded out of. Below is half of my list. 1. Music Has the Power to Change. There is not one problem I’ve ever had that a solid jam can’t fix, or at least abate. I have so many playlists on my phone for the sole purpose of helping me ride out a funk. My playlists usually push me further down, making me more sad (or angry, whatever the case may be), which, for

My Grandparents' Farm: An Essay

When I was a boy, I always knew we were close to my grandparent’s farm when I saw the Methodist church on the side of the interstate, it’s cross ablaze in the distance. I guess the blood-red fire made an impression on my God-fearing mind because I still associate it with the farm, a connection out of which I’m sure some deeper meaning can be drawn. The image was quickly burned out of my mind when I would return my gaze to the illuminated Gameboy Advance screen in my hands, a road trip ritual I followed religiously. I knew we were close to the farm when I would look up and forget how long it had been since we started this race with the fields of corn and beans, and when I forgot how long it’d

Why Mythology is Fun to Teach

At the beginning of each semester I stress about so many things. Did I arrange my seating charts the right way? Do I have all of my supplies? Have I sent out my welcome email to parents? Did I remember to throw away that apple core I left on my desk in May? My biggest stressor, out of everything, is content. I’m always scared that I’m going to completely forget the content that I teach. Especially when it comes to mythology. Little known fact: before I started teaching mythology for ⅓ of every week, the only exposure I had to the topic was freshman year english. Freshman year of high school. 14 year old Paul did really bad on his gods and goddesses quiz, if I remember right. Sure, I knew

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