“We shall not cease from exploration, and the end of all our exploring will be to arrive where we started, and know the place for the first time.” — T.S. Eliot

We live in a cult of self-improvement where the sole focus is placed on shedding our flawed selves so we can reemerge as giant butterflies from the decaying cocoons of who we were yesterday.

Be warned: it’s in the air and it’s highly contagious.

Everything’s a hustle nowadays — Defining your abs. Jumping on the diet du jour. Getting out of bed three hours before the sun rises so…

Basketball was never my strong suit growing up.

I remember playing when I was around ten years old in a recreational league. I dreaded handling the ball and continuously felt out of touch with the flow of the game. I used to hide behind other players, so our point guard, Richie, couldn’t beam a pass at me. Quite the competitive spirit, I know. It was clear from an early age that my basketball career would be shortlived.

My parents, unsure of how to drain me of my extra energy, so I wasn’t ravaging around the house like a Tasmanian tornado…

John Otterbein

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