Although this morning, June 3, is 100 days from September 11, the shock of what happened that day has been occupying conscious space in my mind the past few days.
Maybe forgetting about emotional drains like this is our way of surviving the endless onslaught of the human condition.
i was at Epcot’s Germany pavilion facilitating a Disney Institute Open Enrollment program with Alicia Matheson.
Everyone knows exactly where they were when they heard.
Above is what yesterday (9/11) looked like at 9:30 am at Orlando airport. Humans are fearful creatures. No better example than this to illustrate what we all know but hate to admit.
But what if we did admit we are afraid? And then spent the rest of our lives not being afraid?
Pausing for a midlife moment of silence. I’m writing this post 102 days before September 11. You’re reading it now on 9/11.
There’s something extraordinarily calming, stimulating, liberating, and educational about not going with traditional herd-mentality mass market hype saturation which surrounds big-time anniversary dates.
Not a fan of that. Too limiting.
Why do we only celebrate our birthday once a year? Everyday sounds much more alive.
Pausing this morning, Friday May 31, and wondering where America is with their memory of where they were when the world stopped turning.
And wondering were are all the American flags that used to be on our vehicles, in our lawns, and on our lapels.