I’m going to start this one with an anecdote from earlier this week. My coworker came into my office to ask me a question, bright and early. It was during the time when the rising sun blasts its rays through my window, bright enough to make it an ideal setting for interrogation… but that’s not my job. The moment she walked into my office she shielded her eyes from the blinding light in a Bela Lugosi manner and exclaims “I hate the sun!”
It’s as if my coworker drew these two cards today.
If we want the world we create for ourselves to match the one we envision for ourselves, we’ve got to grab a chair and sit dead-center in our truth. Our personal truth is our raw clay, our crude oil, our plutonium-239. For so many of us the problem is we all too…
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