Something I’ve learned is that you can’t rush the outcome or force a solution.
We cannot grow unless we move from order to disorder to reorder.
Apparently, when people are uber-stressed they seem to make big decisions more easily.
Perhaps this global pandemic is causing us to more carefully contemplate our own mortality.
Everything – every breath, every encounter – is a God moment simply waiting to be recognized.
I’m betting that your yesterday self would have a ton of questions for you; the older, wiser self. You’d wanna know how things will turn out for you guys.
The argument against multi-tasking.