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Thought of the Day January 30, 2026
You are surrounded by a world that wants you in it otherwise you wouldn't be. Slow down and loosen your grip.
Thought of the Day January 29, 2026
Those of us lacking roots are left to wander through our stories, but our approaches are none the less recorded through growth.
Thought of the Day January 28, 2026
The world reflects your efforts, so be careful what you build.
Thought of the Day January 27, 2026
Sometimes remembering to smile is all we need to recharge our light when we find ourselves in darkness.
Thought of the Day January 26, 2026
Winter becomes spring
We mourn our winter martyrs
We can't let our pain distract us from their purpose
Hate was never their cause
It was love that asked for their lives.
Thought of the day January 24, 2026
If we are not careful, we allow our successes to become traps. The adaptive self is at the root of durable happiness.
Thought of the day January 23, 2026
Once you stop focusing on being special you can begin to focus on being happiness.
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Thought of the Day January 21, 2026
Perhaps we shouldn't claim to have figured out how to do something until we can claim to do it sustainably. We need to change our "Definition of Done".
Thought of the Day January 20, 2026
The ability to let things go is a skill anyone can build... I meditate in the same room and talk about testing mastery.
Thought of the day January 19, 2026
Even our most valued opinions are based on a world that has ceased to be.
Thought of the Day January 18, 2026
Just because we don't see the patterns, doesn't mean they aren't there.
Thought of the Day January 17, 2026
Imagine what we could accomplish with clarity instead of conflict…
The Bottom of The Bowl
Glued together like millet
By the desire for share opinions;
Locked in place by our fear of difference.
We eagerly await the dinner,
Hoping to be a fitting meal
By matching the narrow palates
Of those who fail to transcend our fate.
Better perhaps to be the grain of sand
Left at the bottom of the bowl,
Discarded with distaste and
Deemed unfit for consumption.
