READING BETWEEN THE PINES

Tag: inspiration

  • A Different Spin on Thanksgiving Day

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    Stacie Chadwick
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    When I was a senior in high school, I applied to two colleges. The first was the school I was destined to attend. The second? An afterthought, just in case the world’s largest sink hole, triggered by a flying unicorn tethered to an alien spacecraft piloted by Tom Cruise, happened to swallow my destiny college…

  • Why The World Needs Heroes

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    Stacie Chadwick
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    In the aftermath of a tragic moment, a hero can be born. Heroes propel themselves from the ordinary to the extraordinary not in what they choose to do under ideal circumstances, but by what they can’t stomach avoiding in moments of immeasurable stress. We need heroes when our world is shifted off its axis because…

  • Learning to Love Chaos (or) Yes, I Adopted A Dog

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    Stacie Chadwick
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    “In a world that constantly throws big, unexpected events our way, we must learn to benefit from disorder.” Nassim Nicholas Taleb This quote is from “Learning to Love Volatility,” a fascinating Wall Street Journal article I read last month. The basic premise of the piece is that huge, unanticipated events, like stock market crashes, wars, and…

  • Why I Run

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    Stacie Chadwick
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    I run to be alone and I run to return to the world a better person. I run to ground myself and I run to be free. I run to practice what I preach to my kids because they have too many things to fight for fitness. I run to see the world from a…

  • Colorado is Burning

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    Stacie Chadwick
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    I’ve always been a big non-believer in luck, at least the kind that bleeds bank accounts dry because it’s tied to an arbitrary sequence of numbers that careen down a treacherous path to nowhere. The definition of luck I subscribe to isn’t random. It can’t be bought or sold. It’s more of that mathematical equation…

  • How Do You Move Forward When You’re Grinding All Your Gears?

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    Stacie Chadwick
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    As humans, we’re constantly in motion. But motion and movement are two very different things. Just because you’re in motion doesn’t mean you’re necessarily going anywhere. Trust me on this, I know. If I could catch a ride with Richard Branson on his uber-expensive Virgin Galactic Gateway to Space, I’d easily be able to assess…

  • Coming of Age in a Jeep Wagoneer

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    Stacie Chadwick
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    During a Christmas break sophomore year in college so lame it seared a slow burn straight through the shelf, my mother released me from the death-grip of boredom and into the open arms of memories being made. The call to adventure went something like this: Susie, college friend from not-so-sunny Cleveland: “Hey Stacie, wanna go…

  • My New Dog is Gone

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    Stacie Chadwick
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    When I started this blog a few months ago, my intent was simply to build an audience to support the book I’m writing, so an agent could cyber-stalk me and see that people were interested in what I had to say. Or so I hoped. But as I began to post, a beautiful yet unanticipated…

  • Why You Don’t Want Me in Charge of Your Memories…or Your Garage Sale

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    Stacie Chadwick
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    Sifting through almost ninety years of my grandfather-in-law’s stuff just sucks.  On multiple levels.  In an effort to weave a path through lives still in motion, things become pretty cut-and-dry, and more quickly than I’d like to admit, a keep pile, sell pile, and trash pile form.  Multiple mounds ebb and flow seamlessly, in constant…

  • My New Dog Hates Me

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    Stacie Chadwick
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    Anyone who’s read my blog for the past couple of months knows how I feel about dogs.  It’s not that I don’t like them.  As a species I think they’re generally fine and great to have around as long as they’re across the street, next door, or tearing their way through someone else’s underground sprinkler…