Want to know, ahead of time, what the hardest thing you'll ever have to do really looks like? What a gift, what a curse! Here it is. Knowing full well, the idea that you're about to face a challenge, yet deciding to do it anyways. That's the hardest part. Knowing that you've got uneven, rocky ground in the path ahead and deciding to forge onward with little deviation. Last week, I embarked on a new (and old) passion. A martial art I've long wanted to go back to since pausing my involvement in college. I went down to D&D United [...]

You know it. Way deep down, you really do. We all do. We know when we're doing things contrary to our best interest. Be it in the form of health, our diets or our relationships, I really do believe we've got that magic-mirror inside of us. Barring the folks who have something blocking their ability to reason like this, I think a lot of what we do has some anchor in our hearts - where we know if we're really, truly working towards our best selves. Enter, the JRE. On an episode this week, Joe had a guest on who [...]

It happens to all of us, like it or not. Waves come and go. We get off track, we get back on. The path. It's always right there, always just within reach. I think the only thing that separates us from being as disciplined as we want to be are collections of little decisions. The best (read: worst) part is, we already know in most cases that being on the wagon and in control feels really good. When I'm on top of my game, I know I am and you can see it in my stride. The little demons that [...]

I just remembered, as I settled up my homework for the day. My tutor said he would have the assignment graded within a week and it's been at least ten days. I put my books away (these days, that just means folded into a pile on the kitchen table, as I'm doing the work daily now) and logged into my school's portal, to the same page I'd submitted the assignment to. There it is. "Graded." A creeping, building flood washes first into my chest. This, followed by a slight tingling in my fingers when finally, my mind takes hold and [...]

Here's a solid question. If I'm perfectly comfortable spending ten bucks on a game that I know definitively that I will never touch again after only one play (I'm looking at you, racing games) - why won't I pay for an email app? I've grown too accustomed to the idea of free applications on my mobile devices. Let's be clear though, everybody knows there's no such thing as free on the internet. If you're not paying with cash, you're probably paying with your privacy, data or even worse, you're paying with your time. When those ads pop up that you [...]