I traveled for 8 hours to be somewhere for 3 hours. It was my most productive day in weeks.
And here we are. It’s May. Already May. Only May. Which one? It depends on your perspective.
Loss. Chaos. Miracles. Lucky breaks. Only the perspective of time tells us which we are experiencing. Until then, we practice the Art of Letting Go.
I’m embarking on a new adventure in these pages. I’m prepared to peel back the curtain as I dig around to uncover what lies beneath the surface and put the puzzle together. I am offering you a front row seat to the show.