A lot happens.
By 2006 I'm writing a daily blog covering whatever's happening in my life. Beginning as a work blog about solving homelessness and other social problems in America the higher ups at work hate it.
I often delve into the personal costs of being "Savior" but many Board of Directors are increasingly corporate, anti-technological, private and uncomfortable with the open sharing of "blogging."
The personal costs of being a "Savior" has mounted into divorce, loneliness, anger, burnout and bitterness.
Then ... as briefly as Jesus dies on the cross ... that whole piece of my life is killed too.
And just as a little while later Jesus says "I'M BAACCKK," ... I am too but no longer with the burden of keeping anyone happy for a living.
I write with reckless abandon ... for me ... and am pleased to learn that others resonate with the daily blog.
My life settles into new routines that Sarah completely disrupts when I fall hopelessly in love with her, we marry and suddenly I am "the parental advisor" and loving friend to three little girls.
Without the work my life becomes full again.
"It's time for you to write a book," Sarah informs me as I blissfully sit naked on the beloved back deck working on my tan.
"Do I have to?" I sigh.
"It'll be good for you," she insists.
"I don't want to," I protest.
"Please," she whispers in a hug. "Do it for me."
That's how "Sandy Bottoms & Duct Tapped Hearts" is born.
It's really a love story of how a sad, broken man becomes full again.
Sarah and I do the book together as she's the Publisher and I'm the writer ... meaning she overrides my decisions and deletes several things I wrote but ... she's right and holding it in my hands ... I feel joy dripping from it's pages.
I'd never written a "Happy" book before.
It feels good to hold happiness in your hand.
Everyone deserves that.
