The Year I Stopped Playing Small

2018 was an exceptionally good year for the Reid family.

My dad got inducted into the Nevada Writers’ Hall of Fame, an award he now shares with the likes of Mark Twain and 57 other accomplished writers who’ve taken up residence here throughout the state’s history. It’s the highest honor of his career, one we all know that he deserves, having watched him put decades of work into his craft.

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Cirque du Soleil

I didn’t take mushrooms before attending Cirque du Soleil. But my mind still got blown entirely. Partly because of the freakish, at times dreamlike acrobatics. Partly because this happened. Halfway through the show, the clown, who took us on a kind of underworld Christmas journey, picked me and one other random guy to come up on stage for some jump rope antics. I knew he would pick me as soon as he said he needed two hapless guinea pigs from the audience.

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The World is Not Ending

Before you write 2018 off as a complete dumpster fire, remember there were millions of people who woke up a little bit more. You didn’t read about them in the news. They were too busy trying to put food on the table and get their kids into bed on time.

But even in their daily grind, these people made time to explore. They gathered with friends to discuss what the more beautiful world will look like. They read books and listened to podcasts and started putting their higher-consciousness plans in place.

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I Have Wrestled With God

My name is Jacob. And like the biblical figure from whom my name derives, I have wrestled with God.

I have survived a shattering engagement with one of the extremes of human existence, an unspeakable existential emergency that forced me to examine the meaning of life and my place within the greater order of things.

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The Total Solar Eclipse of 2017

We’re magnetized by minerals on high. It’s why the ancients traced the heavens with their shrines, why there’s Stonehenge and Giza, remnants of the cosmic centric frame of mind. We’re charted out in constellations, each of us, every dream and disposition a culmination of the wheeling of celestial bodies. The planets pull on us in ways we cannot see.

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