Five Minute Observations

Joe Class III

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You blow it, and it drifts away slowly. The sweetest moments at work aren’t about the job. A coworker, a quiet afternoon. And one story I didn’t expect to hear.

Knowing It Will

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A furious phone call. A forgotten outburst. And a sixteen-year-old kid who wouldn’t stop talking. Find out what happens next. Five Minute Observations.

First Date

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That plank you loved as a kid? Years later, you’re still on one. Different plank. Same physics.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​ You learn what balance really is.

The Teeter-Totter

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The tape’s been playing in my head before I was ten. Last night I finally asked who told me I had to listen.

Who Told You?

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A burned tongue taught me something about being unseen — and about the work of showing up for people who aren’t being heard. New on Five Minute Observations.

Death of a Taste Bud — Listen to Me

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Early. Pretzel June knows it before I do. New post - and no. It’s NOT ABOUT donuts.

Bigger Than Donuts

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Some information is right there, but nobody sees it. Then, someone looks. Read about it in Wrong Inbox.

Wrong Inbox

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Sometimes telling the truth means making it fictional.

The Dragon Remembers

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The miles don’t care about your doubt. Neither does the page. Read more about how resilience works in both running and writing.

Is Resilience Worse Than the Waiting?

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From behind the counter, on the freeway, in the pew — people are trying to do good. But somewhere along the way, the why got lost. This one's worth a second look.

Balancing Good Deeds with True Love

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Two years I held onto this moment. Felt like the right time to share. #stilldriving

Still Driving

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The voice that says “this is mine to do” is getting quieter. New post asks why. And whether we can still hear it.

My Turn

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No spotlight. No fanfare. No party. But the person who showed up in the parking lot, the break room, the waiting room — quietly, inconveniently, without being asked deserves it more than anyone. Seven posts. One question I didn't see coming. Five Minute Observations.

Deserving of Walkout Music

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Either you’re on time or you’re late. I learned that lesson 24 hours into a trip to India with no contact, no name, no plan.​​ Just a prayer.

On Time

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Some of us have been showing up for years. Published work. Proven results. Campaigns that moved people to act. And still. We're invisible. Not because we didn't follow the advice. Because the system wasn't built to see the kind of work we do.

Worth Reading. Worth Hearing.

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I spent half of yesterday in someone else’s comment section. LinkedIn replies. Fundraising threads. A message to a founder in Montreal. By the fifth reply, I noticed something. Every conversation was really the same conversation. New post. Link in comments.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

The Cheap Seats

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The penitentiary. A poker table. A cousin he didn't know he had. One participant shared with me in forty-five minutes in the Nissan. New on Five Minute Observations.

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