How are you this morning? Maybe try writing something too?
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.
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.
Perhaps I have trained my assistant a bit too well. She is now the plucky comic relief side kick in my inner hero movie.
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.