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Milestones

Lots been going on as of late. I feel like I’ve been neglecting the blog recently, but not for lack of things to say. Just getting my ass down in front of the computer and pounding the keys…so bear with me the next few days. I’ll get myself back up to speed again.

Last night I witnessed a milestone. Today I had the good fortune to witness another. Both amazing achievements, both equally inspiring. And both a huge part of being alive and human.

Last night I attended the Red Sox game with Meg & Rita. We were treated to a once in a lifetime pitching performance by Jon Lester the 24 year old southpaw who recently beat cancer and resumed his pitching career. The energy in the park was electric from the 7th inning on. Each pitch had the crowd on their feet – including Megs & Rita who know little or nothing about baseball. It was one of those moments we humans participate in that is remarkable and timeless.

The other inspiring milestone was watching Bodhi begin to walk. To leave behind the comfort of moving on all fours, to completely walking unassisted. I know it’s something we all learned to do at one time in our development. To witness it again in my 1 year old son moved me.

There is this innate desire to evolve, to succeed, to master our world that exists in all humans. To push ourselves through the known and into the unknown. To take a giant step into the future of capability.

I saw a baseball player expand into another realm of possibility. I saw my son do the same thing on a different, albeit smaller scale.

Both humans stepping into their world completely without question.

Go on, go take your own steps too. Enjoy the experience of being limitless...
J

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