Ten.Two Thousand, Five Hundred & Forty-Three
An overcast morning. Not fog, but cloud cover. Humid.
Just when the light got good. I don’t want to go.
He texts me to tell me that he actually did rest yesterday.
I was not expecting anyone to be here.
The air conditioning is so freaking loud.
If we’re all confused, then we are the problem.
I step outside and remember why I never check the mail. Up the hill and around the corner.
Maybe it wasn’t the right time or the right conversation.
“Most people avoid hard things, which is why you beat most people just by trying.” - The Art of Impossible
Massively Transformative Purpose = BIG DREAM