Category: Paul’s Penance

  • Paul’s Penance: A First Look

    Paul’s Penance: A First Look

    For a long time, I’ve kept this one close.

    Now it’s time to introduce it.

    He stole flowers. The court gave him a choice: go to jail or write a book.

    That’s where Paul’s story begins.

    Thirty days to find his story. A lifetime to find himself.

    Paul’s Penance is a novel about what happens when life refuses to follow the plan, and a man is forced to sit down and look at the story he’s been living.

    Somewhere in those thirty days is a question about his father that he has never been able to answer.

    I’m in the final stretch of revisions now, with the goal of submitting it to Hay House this December.

    I won’t be sharing pages from the manuscript here. But I will share the journey: what I’m learning, what’s working, and what it takes to finish a book.

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  • Unconditional

    Unconditional

    One morning, I looked at myself and thought, You really let yourself go.

    I meant it physically, but not only physically. I could see the places where I had stopped participating in my own life. My energy had changed. My attention had drifted. Things I said mattered to me were receiving whatever effort remained after everything else.

    The observation was uncomfortable, but it was honest.

    Accountability mattered. I did not need to punish myself, but I could not pretend my choices had no consequences either.

    That led me back to a word I have wrestled with for most of my life.

    Unconditional.

    I learned early how conditions worked. If I behaved, I was rewarded. If I performed well, I was valued. If I succeeded, I was celebrated.

    Some conditions are necessary. Actions have consequences. Boundaries matter. Trust can be strengthened, damaged, and sometimes lost.

    Unconditional does not mean tolerating everything.

    Somewhere along the way, though, I began attaching conditions to more than behavior. I attached them to my willingness to participate.

    I would give my full effort if I knew it would work.

    I would trust if I knew I would not be disappointed.

    I would begin if someone could guarantee the ending.

    Without realizing it, I had turned certainty into the price of showing up.

    Surrender carried the same problem. I heard the word and imagined defeat. Giving up meant failure, and failure became another judgment about who I was.

    I see it differently now.

    Sometimes giving up means abandoning the effort. Sometimes it means releasing the demand that the effort produce one particular result.

    Those are not the same thing.

    I can show up honestly without knowing what will happen. I can act with integrity and still adjust when something does not work. I can acknowledge a poor result without turning myself into a failure.

    Unconditional effort does not require rigid expectations.

    It asks me to participate without bargaining for a guarantee.

    Alignment Before Outcome

    I used to believe commitment meant holding tightly to the outcome I wanted.

    Now I am learning to hold the effort and the expectation differently.

    The effort can remain wholehearted.

    The expectation can remain flexible.

    That is not passivity. It is participation without making certainty a condition of beginning.


    “Unconditional doesn’t mean passive. It means fully present without bargaining.”


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  • The Truth Is Good Enough

    The Truth Is Good Enough

    There was a time when I avoided the truth because I was afraid of rejection.

    If I did not want to do something, I softened my answer. I delayed it, bent it, or buried it beneath an explanation. I told myself I was protecting someone else’s feelings.

    Most of the time, I was protecting my need to be accepted.

    I had a similar problem with affirmations. Standing in front of a mirror and saying, “I am abundant,” felt dishonest when there was less than a dollar and a quarter in my bank account.

    I even kept a two-dollar bill tucked inside my wallet so I could tell myself I was never completely broke.

    The gesture made me smile, but it also revealed the problem. I was trying to replace an uncomfortable truth before I had admitted it.

    I was struggling financially.

    I was afraid.

    I wanted things to change.

    Those statements did not sound inspiring, but they were honest. Once I could say them, I no longer had to pretend that everything was fine before I could begin moving.

    Dr. Latrice often reminded me, “The truth is good enough.”

    It took time for me to understand what that meant.

    The truth did not require me to surrender hope. It gave hope something real to stand on. I could acknowledge where I was without deciding that I would remain there forever.

    The same thing happened with my relationships. When I did not want to do something, I began trying to say so. When I was afraid of disappointing someone, I admitted that too. When I wanted success, I stopped pretending that wanting it made me selfish.

    Honesty did not make every conversation comfortable. It did reduce the number of stories I had to maintain.

    I still care what people think. I still catch myself softening an answer when a direct one feels dangerous. The difference is that I can recognize what I am doing.

    Sometimes growth is not about adding another affirmation.

    Sometimes it begins by subtracting what is not true.

    Alignment Before Outcome

    I once believed alignment required me to sound confident before I felt confident.

    What I needed was a more honest starting point.

    “I am afraid” could be true without becoming a permanent identity. “I am struggling” could describe the moment without predicting the future. “I want more” could be an honest desire rather than something to hide.

    The truth did not make me fearless.

    It gave me something solid to stand on.


    “The truth did not make me fearless. It gave me something solid to stand on.”


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  • Gratitude Starts in the Mirror

    Gratitude Starts in the Mirror

    I was good at thanking other people.

    Teachers, mentors, doctors, family members, and even strangers had heard my appreciation. I could recognize what someone had given me and tell them it mattered.

    Then one morning, I realized I had thanked almost everyone except the man in the mirror.

    For years, I had avoided looking at him. It was not hatred exactly. It was discomfort. Encouraging someone else felt natural. Speaking gently to myself felt awkward.

    I decided to begin with one simple sentence.

    “Good morning. Have an amazing day.”

    That was it.

    There was no declaration of greatness. I did not have to convince my reflection that everything was wonderful. I was standing there with a toothbrush nearby, looking at the same face I usually hurried past.

    “Good morning. Have an amazing day.”

    It felt a little strange. Most unfamiliar kindness does.

    Still, I had acknowledged myself.

    As I practiced that small greeting, I began noticing the other quiet acknowledgments around me. A smile. Eye contact. A sincere thank-you. None of them required a grand gesture. They simply let another person know that, for one moment, they had been seen.

    I had offered that recognition to other people while withholding it from myself.

    Gratitude did not suddenly make my life perfect. It did not erase the parts of me I was still learning to accept. Something softened, though. I was no longer beginning each day by looking away.

    Sometimes the person who most needs my kindness is the one brushing his teeth.

    Alignment Before Outcome

    I once treated gratitude as something that traveled outward.

    Turning it toward myself felt uncomfortable because I confused appreciation with approval. I thought I needed to become someone better before I could acknowledge the person already standing there.

    The mirror did not ask me to approve of everything.

    It only gave me a place to begin seeing myself again.


    “The mirror is not an enemy. It’s a meeting place.”


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  • The Power of Letting Go

    The Power of Letting Go

    Nine years.

    That is how long it took me to understand what I could not accept when my marriage ended.

    I had internalized my vows so completely that divorce felt like an amputation. I was not only grieving a relationship. I was grieving an identity and the future I thought had already been decided.

    For years, I carried the ending as proof that I had failed.

    I believed holding on demonstrated loyalty. I confused suffering with devotion. If I continued carrying the pain, perhaps it meant the marriage had mattered.

    It had mattered. Holding on was not what made that true.

    Around that time, I encountered the idea that the number nine represents completion and new beginnings. I do not know what numerology can prove, but the metaphor stayed with me. The shape of nine resembles a spiral. An ending does not have to become a wall. It can become part of something that continues outward.

    The year was 2025, nine years after my divorce. The digits in the year also added up to nine. Maybe that was coincidence. Maybe I was finally ready to notice.

    What mattered was that I stopped arguing with what had already happened.

    The marriage had ended. My former wife had made her decision, and I had played my own part in what brought us there. Acceptance did not require me to make either of us the villain.

    Forgiveness began when I stopped deciding who deserved the blame and stopped using the past to punish myself.

    Letting go did not excuse anything. It did not rewrite the marriage or erase what it meant to me. It released the pressure I had placed on its ending.

    For the first time in years, I felt space where anguish had lived.

    Alignment Before Outcome

    I once believed acceptance meant admitting that the relationship had not mattered.

    Instead, acceptance allowed me to honor what had been real without demanding that it remain unchanged.

    I could remember the past without asking it to become my future.

    That was not defeat.

    It was room to continue.


    “Endings are not walls. They are spirals.”


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