Flying home yesterday from Knoxville, I was struck by something I read from Copyblogger. This notion that we may need to decide if we’re willing to be called crazy. What type of attitude is required to actually imagine being called crazy, and what type of attitude is required to move forward anyway?
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I think the image is great. I see a ribbon being cut. A sign of hope and of doors opening wide with possibility.
Patty, agreed. My first thought, at the very moment (and place… context) was a crime scene. It made me laugh in a weird, cartoon-like way.