Most days are ordinary. There’s nothing special about them with the exception of the miracle of being alive, which is truly something if you take the time to stop and think about it which we don’t do nearly as often as we should.
By this definition there wasn’t much that happened today. I had a session with a dad who is probably facing jail time for a poor decision at the wrong time. We talked about what imprisonment does to a family and began making plans for this event that’ll impact his loved ones.
I taught a class in jail this afternoon to a group of guys who are trying to change a life of bad decisions into one they, and their families, can be proud of. We spoke about the importance of making choices that would not harm them or others, especially those they love.
I talked on the phone, answered and sent far too many emails. Now I sit in front of the fire pit watching the logs being eaten by the flame. Like most of my days days, they are disappearing too quickly.