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.
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.