We all have limits. What’s it like when you reach yours?
Restlessness, a vision.
I don’t fly with other people. It’s just something I’ve never had the privilege of doing. Maybe it’s time for a change?
I was incandescent, even as I felt like I was dying inside. Fire requires oxygen to burn; my soul was fuel.
Some people love chaos. Some people are all about their routines. I’ve got a better take on it: how about just finding your beat? How about just figuring out your rhythm?
It’s been two years since I started this. Perhaps it’s time for a refresh?
The living of an extraordinary life is in the reach of every single person. How? Just make the decision.