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#521 Calling a mulligan on the day

Do you play golf?

Me, I’ve tried a couple times but it’s always the same: I lace up some stained sneakers, borrow rusty clubs from someone’s basement, and then scrounge around the parking lot for somedented balls for my once-a-decade tee shot.

Now, I’ve mentioned my athletic abilities before so you’ll understand why I love that golf rule which lets me call a mulligan. Have you heard of it? Basically, I swing and miss the ball a dozen times before eventually shanking itdead sideways into the dense forest.

But then I just yell MULLIGANNNNN! really loudly and everyone lets me try again.

It’s a great rule and it got me thinking: We should be able to call mulligans anywhere. Because hear me out.

What if you could call a mulligan on your driving test? Yes, after tire-punching the curb and hitting Grandma’s shopping cart you just drop the m-word and start again. Or how about calling a mulligan after anawkward side hug in the airport? Or after accidentally spitting a tiny piece of food on your date’s face?

It’s starting to sound good, am I right?

Now, my old college friend Mike is the master. See, he’s perfected the beautifully indulgent Weekend Mulligan. He often gets up and groggily stumbles around the kitchen, spills coffee grinds on the floor, and accidentally steps on the cat. But then he stares at his dark, hollow eyes in the mirror and realizes he woke up too soon.

That’s when he just calls a mulligan on the day and goes back to bed with a plan to give it another shot a few hours later.

People, life’s too short not to sleep when you feel like it. So take a page from our book and when your first couple shots land in the rough, just yell mulligan and start again.

AWESOME!

I love it -MULLLIGAAAAAAN!

You have stolen my heart...

Music is a soul thing for me. Nothing can grip me and fill me and make me feel at peace more than music. It's probably the fact that I likely listened to Boston at ear bleeding level while in-utero and most of my memories from childhood involve my mom's classical piano and Alvin and the Chipmunks Christmas cassettes. In that order. When Matt and I fasted from media that included music. We fasted from things that distracted us and kept us from the things that we wanted to be pouring into. I realize, post-fast, that music is not a distraction. It is enough a part of my mental process that to put on some wicked sweet music and go through my bible and journal at the same time or to listen to some on a mellow walk is so calming.

I love how songs can become new as you encounter them at different times in life. Precious Declaration became something newly special when I met Matt. Stolen is transcendent in my mind since a very special little baby.

Last week, on my day off, I took my computer and hung out in Fernwood. According to everyone in Victoria, Fernwood is the coolest neighborhood in town, but it's funny because it's off the grid, tucked away in residential streets and it's not busy. At all. Anyways, it's totally awesome and it was a beautiful day so I took the scenic walk along all the Heritage houses. All the hippies were out, mmm-ing and sighing through their food and coffee, staring at the swaying hems of their clothing as they walk through the square. They hug everybody. And they talk to everybody. Which on one hand is totally awesome and not enough people are that open towards strangers anymore. And then there's this weirdness for me of 'I'm going to put in my headphones and I'm pretty sure you're going to keep talking to me. Hmm....". But this one guy harassed me with this band called These New Puritans. Arielle had just passed on a band Emancipator to me and I've just come across Ellie Goulding. And THEN I found, through a beautiful blog I love called Walk Slowly, Live Wildly, a group called Jesus Culture. I've been experiencing this resurgence towards worship music in my spirit after a long period of it seeming contrived and lacking meaning.

So it's been a great period of music. You always have those ol' standby's that you go to that you know you can groove to, mellow out to, cry to and such. But to find new music that speaks to you in a new language is so fun! John Butler Trio just came out with a new album that is so great!! I haven't been able to buy it yet but we rock out at work after closing to it. Caravan Palace makes me want to dance every time. Shiny Toy Guns always make me think of driving out to my grandparents two years ago. I still love Amy Winehouse. Plus my boss' name is Valerie and she is such a sweet, funky lady, it makes me think of her now.