I’ve got a buddy who packs fun into everything he does. More accurately: everything is so fun that I am not sure how anything actually gets done. I enjoy a good time, but when there’s a goal in front of me I struggle to keep the laughs rolling.

I’ve found that I’m not capable of creating anything truly brilliant. But the rigid aspiration to always attempt it has been the thing that’s driven me and any success that I’ve had.

Like many parents, when my kids were young I would lie between them at night and tell them a bedtime story. It was difficult to come up with a new story each night. Some stories were funny, others were adventurous. Some long, some short (which was never really allowed). There were a lot of “Choose Your Own Adventure” stories as well, which were some of my favorite. But of all the stories, Marble Alert! was the one they asked me to tell over and over.

…So in rediscovering this old blog, it reminded me of its purpose: Journaling. I have been told countless times the value of journaling for personal and professional growth. I have taken it up countless times over the decades. Just a few months ago I was cleaning out a closet and came across my last journal. Sure enough there were five or six entries, then hundreds of empty pages. Let’s face it, I am terrible at blogging or journaling with any consistency. For that matter, I may be terrible at it in a general sense.

As I consume this plate of Deviled Eggs I think nothing about the happiness of the hens that birthed them. I don't wonder whether they had a name, good friends, or fresh air to breathe. It's 2012. How could I be so careless? Are these devils so good that the taste is numbing my conscience? Well, yes. But it is also because I am sitting in the harmonious crossroads of food, audio, and architecture. I have no strength against these forces.

I wrote this post only to realize that it wasn't funny at all. Discouraged, I put it away and slept on it. How can you write a story about a bunch of church techies wearing their all-black outfits with gaff tape hanging from their belts and not have it be funny? Perhaps if they had something funny printed on their t-shirts like "...the quieter you'll end up."

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Just the story of taking a zeppelin hangar of a space and turning it into a place that looks and sounds amazing. All while putting safety first, mind you.

Like Jesus, my father was a carpenter. Also like Jesus, I learned the trade but had other plans for my life. In case you're nervous, that's the end of comparing myself to Jesus.