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Author: Derek Dodds

Dreams & Fears

Seth Godin said in a recent post, “Sooner or later, important action taken comes down to this: Fear: Of being ashamed, feeling stupid, being rejected, being left out, getting hurt, being embarrassed, left alone, dying. Dreams: Of being seen, being needed, becoming independent, relieving anxiety, becoming powerful, making someone proud, fitting in, seen as special, mattering, taken care of, loved.” Though I agree, there is one other powerful moment in one’s life that can propel you into action, I know, because I just lived it. It isn’t a fear or a dream, it’s the clarity and courage to step...

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Wash It Away

  We’re a part of something special We’re a part of something special We’re a part of something special It’s a crack in time, a wrinkle Fallen from the nest, young eagle I will pull my feathers out, stay humble Stay humble, stay humble ohhhhohh Stay humble, stay humble mmmmm, well Uncle Mana taught us like an elder Took asunder older brother, he said ‘This is powerful country, This is powerful country, yeah’ We felt like we were returning, To our land rebels, and the shepherds in the sea Takers are taking what the leavers will leave So, grieve...

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On Rebuilding Cars & Chasing Childhood Dreams

I had a lot of fun rebuilding cars when I was young—there is something creative about the process of getting a car that has been mangled, mistreated and downright neglected and turning it into a wonderful piece of craftsmanship. I had a VW GTI when I was a teen and after installing a racing cam I blew the top half of the engine while—ahem, racing it. I decided I would rebuild the top end of the engine myself, I bought a book, got some tools and gathered all the parts I needed. I’ll never forget starting the ignition for...

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I Rise

 You may write me down in history With your bitter, twisted lies, You may tread me in the very dirt But still, like dust, I’ll rise. Does my sassiness upset you? Why are you beset with gloom? ‘Cause I walk like I’ve got oil wells Pumping in my living room. Just like moons and like suns, With the certainty of tides, Just like hopes springing high, Still I’ll rise. Did you want to see me broken? Bowed head and lowered eyes? Shoulders falling down like teardrops. Weakened by my soulful cries. Does my haughtiness offend you? Don’t you take...

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