Jonathan Frazier

The bravery, the beauty, the fire, the fight. Forty looks so damn good on you.

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Book the flight. Bet on yourself. Bet on your friends. Make things you’re really freakin proud of. Laugh at how scared you were. Repeat.

When a plate of meatloaf brings you to the innards of FL. **Not pictured or explained: the meatloaf.

Another season with this ragtag group of morons is officially in the books. Grateful for the abundance of absurdity and hilarity they bring week in and week out. My life is better with them in it! 🇳🇬🇨🇲🇬🇭🇺🇸🇹🇷🇧🇷🇯🇲⚽️

I used to love doing this as a kid. Emptying a bag of dirt into a wild-west-style strainer, excitedly shaking it back and forth in a dirty trough of water with high hopes that some beautiful, undiscovered gem stone would appear as the dirt washed away. Wonder. Anticipation. Joy. Then I got older. More cynical. Angrier. I realized the bags are stocked by some seasonal workers at a tourist attraction and it’s how they make money. It’s a schtick. It’s for kids. It is what it is. And this is how adults get lame. It’s the path I personally took to appear ‘mature’ and ‘cool’ and realistically it just made me a lot less fun. Bland. A flesh and bone version of the unsalted water cracker. By the grace of God and the patient prodding of those that know me best, I finally realized the world’s too heavy and hard to just simmer in lame-sauce for the rest of my life. So while nearly 40 years of practice takes a whole lot of unlearning and discomfort, I’m trying to recapture of bit of that childlike zeal by saying yes to things I used to say no to. Things like being in a play with the coolest group of young people ever, dancing tirelessly with said group, taking voice lessons (and wearing silly things to help get out of me own way), trying to laugh more than yell on the soccer field (work in progress 😅), doing an improv class, bold design choices (color?!), and never skipping some good ‘ol fashioned gem panning. Don’t get me wrong, I’m still lame sometimes. No one has called me Captain Fun (yet), but cracks are forming in the old armor as new forms of expression start shining through. Not sure what’s next (a musical, maybe? 👀), but whatever it is will likely be scary AF and good for my soul. And that’s the aim. What’s the saying? Shoot for escargot and maybe, if you’re lucky, you’ll land as fresh sourdough on a table full of unsalted water crackers? Something like that.

To know us is to know we don’t really sugarcoat. Life is full of ups and downs and mostly in-between’s, and our anniversary was no different. Work and errands and kids and friends and feelings and tears and broken dishes and wondering whether we are even going to make it out of the house for dinner without throwing in the towel. And in the midst of it all, fighting to pause and reflect for just a moment—to look back at the life we’ve lived and created and poured ourselves into. And to be grateful. I’ve lived enough to truly know that—despite my best efforts—I am not God and I cannot control, let alone know, what tomorrow holds. But today? I get to choose whether or not to be present to that. And today I’m choosing gratitude. For the journey we’ve gone on together. For the memories made and the trenches we’ve fought in side-by-side. For the laughter and the heartache, because light and dark go hand in hand (despite what some of y’all’s favorite Hallmark movies are trying to prove this holiday season!) I’m grateful for the lessons she’s taught me and the grace she’s shown me and the generosity she’s embodied. All of it, together, is reflected all around us. In our kids, our home, our friends. It’s made us who we are. Made me who I am. And I’m grateful. Love you @lindseyfrazier . Cheers to 18 years. ✨ P.S. We made it to dinner. Picture proof!

Thanks to our amazing community, we’ve raised $10,500 and are now 34% of the way to our $30,000 goal to take The Sandbox to the 2026 SETC Youth Invitational! ❤️ ⏰ Fundraising deadline: December 22 👉 Help us close the gap and reach 100% Every donation—big or small—helps our students get to Chattanooga to perform on a national stage, participate in masterclasses, and connect with theatre professionals who can help shape their futures. We’re officially past the one-third mark… now let’s sprint to the finish. 💪🎭 Donate here: /IDC2SETC Thank you, we will FOR-EH-VER remember your generosity.

Title: A Saint’s Journey (I think)

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Went to Maine. Saw some friends. Ate and drank heartily. Put my toes in the sand (a lot). Cheered for a new team. Made morning fires. Slept terribly. Stared at the ocean. Read a book to my kid via FaceTime. Missed my wife. Played with a puppy. Mountain biked for the first time. Got help from a stranger. Stocked up on world’s best bagels. Went for a frigid swim. A solid 4 days, to say the least.

Took in my first @hearts_sc match last night. Proper club. Maine does soccer right! ♥️ ⚽️ 🌲