Each day’s terror, almosta form of boredom — madmenat the wheel andstepping on the gas andthe brakes no good —and each day one,sometimes two, morning-glories,faultless, blue, blue sometimesflecked with magenta, eachlit from within withthe first sunlight.
What a post! It feels like you wrote it especially for me. Sunk costs--we talk a lot about those in business--but until you reckon with them personally and or creatively you have no true idea of how painful walking away can be. I liken it to cleaning out a closet and finally letting go of all that clutter--the clothes that still have price tags on them. You can't see where the "gold" is, until you let go of the "noise." And I love your birthday sweater! What a special gift.
What a post! It feels like you wrote it especially for me. Sunk costs--we talk a lot about those in business--but until you reckon with them personally and or creatively you have no true idea of how painful walking away can be. I liken it to cleaning out a closet and finally letting go of all that clutter--the clothes that still have price tags on them. You can't see where the "gold" is, until you let go of the "noise." And I love your birthday sweater! What a special gift.
It is one of the greatest honors of my life to be your friend and get to watch you grow! 🥰😘