This morning, I dance
At a weekend workshop, I am confronted by my own discomfort. Dancing with others (gasp) — cracked something open. Sometimes, the only path to insight is to stop thinking and dance.
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This morning, I am snark-bested by ChatGPT
Perhaps I have trained my assistant a bit too well. She is now the plucky comic relief side kick in my inner hero movie.
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This morning, I un-bucket list
I meant to tell you a story about synchronicity and James Taylor. Instead, I made a list of twelve things I want to do. Not before I die, but while I’m busy living. Because linear time is fake and I can’t name any plants.
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This morning, I come out of the list geek closet
Lists are more than organization—they’re keys to who we really are. Apparently. Includes praise for crafting personal ontologies, a snark-fest of book titles, and the quiet terror of Pressing Send.
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