Ten.Two Thousand, Five Hundred & Eight
A little slower.
Even fifteen more minutes in the morning to putter around.
More of the same.
It’s already 74 degrees in the office and it’s just barely past 9 a.m.
You think you want to start a side hustle or quit your job, I’ll be your hype girl.
Rules and dependencies and I think our lives are going to change.
If everyone is thinking the same thing but no one is willing to have the courage to say it out loud, then we’re complicit in the state of chaos that frustrates us. It also means that we haven’t done as great a job as we think in creating a culture that fosters transparent discourse, deep listening, and trust.
Seventy-nine degrees inside.
One square of a chocolate while looking through the trees and listening to the birds. A rush of gratitude.
At least these last few chapters are mostly commonsense. Three more weeks and two papers to go.
