Stagnation, it seems, isn’t good for much of anything. So, when it comes to giving ourselves a break, are we stagnating or keeping the blood moving?
On realizing that I’m tired of looking backward, that it’s time to turn forward and cross the bridge in front of me.
It’s a simple equation, though: discomfort = growth. As is unknown = scary.
Being deliberate about putting my limited eggs in baskets.
Tuesday = pm workout so a morning free to dedicate to writing The entire world is smokey this morning, the smell lingering in my nose and reminding me of the forest fires raging less than an hour from where I sit. How does one appreciate the sunrise, knowing its beauty comes from destruction? Can one?… Continue reading Tuesday Morning Coffee