That is not the cup of a carpenter…

If there is any truth to the pithy truths of parables and fortune cookies, it is the absolutism with which some people will believe or deny the contents of distilled experience in the form of advice. I have always found it surprising to me who gets advice from whom, about what, and why. Who asks for help or guidance, as opposed to those who might be more inclined to solve a problem for themselves and perhaps make a mistake, but do so privately.


I am at a crossroads of life. I need to make more than one decision within the next year, and have multiple internal and external pressures weighing on the pathways and outcomes.

I hope I choose wisely, as the old crusader offering advice once warned.

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2 thoughts on “That is not the cup of a carpenter…

  1. Hi. Hope you don’t mind me reading through your blog. You wouldn’t believe the randomness of the google search that brought me here. Anyway, I’ve been reading for about an hour now. I first got hooked by one of your stories from 2004, then just picked up posts at random.
    When I wanted to find out who I’m reading I couldn’t find any info in the navigation. So I tried scrolling to your first post. Maybe you’d have said something there. I never got to it. This is a pretty amazing blog. It kinda feels like I stumbled into an ancient library. It’s a lot of fun puzzling together the pieces of a life through stories. Don’t know if that sounds profound or creepy.

    Anyway, since I already took that liberty and seeing the gravity of your last post, I thought I’d give my 2 cents. Feel free to ignore me.
    You are a very good writer. I like to read, though I’m a shitty reader. I get bored easily. Very few books got me instantly hooked. Your stories did.

    That’s it. I hope you can follow your heart in these brazen times, stranger.

    Also, I disagree with you in 2002.
    Movies are definitely NOT a waste of time.

    Goodbye
    – AB

    1. Thanks for the thoughts and comments. I don’t really put anything about myself out there in the formal sense, but put a lot of myself out in the written sense. How did Google connect you to me?

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