The photo above was taken about half an hour before sunset.
As we age, and get further along in our career, many of the simple things that used to fill us with awe and wonder are replaced with deadlines and decisions.
Going to the beach is the mental equivalent to going to the hospital emergency room.
Here we go, it’s another Monday morning and most of us barely, if at all, have ourselves centered before we rush out the door to begin another long day of rush, rush, rush.
What becomes the catalytic moment in our lives when our attitude tells us (to promise) to stop the rat race?
What is that moment that causes us to commit to changing everything?
And how long does this, “I refuse to live like this anymore” commitment last?
If it were as easy as Amelia Earhart says, we wouldn’t be thinking about this now.
Photo: Yesterday. Tallied up the number of consecutive days i’ve written five daily, differently-themed blog posts. It was only supposed to last 100 days.