30,000 Feet

AndreArmolaevIceland

The quiet farmland quilt visible from 30,000 feet in the sky. The roaring machines that cull the individual cornstalks and wheat plants. A finished puzzle’s payoff. A single, mixed up jagged piece. The majesty of the entire beach. The minutia of a grain of sand. An adventure concluded over time. Each painful step to get there. Lately, I’ve been noticing the power of BIG things built from smaller things, and how often those smaller things may feel challenging or unremarkable or confusing or damn painful. Maybe it’s because I tend to get fixated on the details of this life, stuck in the weeds on each day’s goodness or fulfillment or mediocrity. God and I always have some fun conversations on […]

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In A Word

A few months back, I went out on an introverted limb and injected myself into a Women in Leadership event in West Hollywood. The all-day event required me to wake up extra early on a Saturday, drive the 60+ miles north, and interact with strangers for eight whole hours. But, I did it. I went and—spoiler alert—it was incredible. For context, internal dialogue before I got into the car went something like this: “Should I even go?” “I could use the extra sleep and time to decompress.” “What, like every other weekend? You slept plenty and this is important!” “No one would even know that I didn’t go.” “Yeah, but you would know.” “True… [sigh]” Resigned not to let myself […]

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Recent Breaths

Like every middle school student in the great state of California, I was forced to read To Kill A Mockingbird by Harper Lee. Of course at the time, I did not appreciate the Pulitzer Prize-winning notoriety of the 280-page classic, but I remember my teacher diving deep into the novel’s subtext. It was my first indication that there was more to a book than the words on the page. Instead of just the simple ink type on the pages of my worn and torn hand-me-down copy, there existed subtle clues scattered across the pages pointing to more, if only I was looking for them—metaphor, allusion, simile, foreshadowing. One such more-than-meets-the-eye section that I still call upon from time to time lay in […]

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Inch by Inch

“Don’t look down. Don’t look down. Don’t look down.” I recite aloud to myself dangling over 20 stories above the posh street. My eyes focus on my reflection in the mirrored glass windows on the side of the skyscraper in front of me. I see hundreds of office buildings, thousands of trees, a large outdoor shipping center, and not too far in the distance, the ocean’s deep blue meeting the sky’s. All behind and below me. I look down. My fear roars out snatching my brain and my neck snaps my head back upright and forward again. “I can do hard things. I can do hard things. We can do hard things,” I repeat, this time louder. This time hoping […]

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