M A K E.
Morning.
Day.
Night.
Gather the ingredients (and people) that matter to you. Mix them. Give them time to sit and breathe together.
Good things will come.
This way...
'This way' said the bird.
They followed, and as they crossed over the river, something inside him told him life would never be the same.
Disapproval...
Behind the glass, they judged him.
They looked upon him with disapproval.
He stopped and met their gaze, smiled, took a photo and walked away.
Move first. Think next.
Where to...
There's a shelf life to all of this (and all of us).
'All good things...' as they say '...must come to an end'. So what happens next? What happens after a week in Liechtenstein?
I don't know and I'm smiling as I type these words. There's so much to unpack.
We came into it with zero plans. I'm leaving with infinite possibilities, fueled by the energy of friendship and metrics that can't be measured -- only felt. True story.
The road ahead is wide open and filled with invitations in the making.
Check my pulse. My heartbeat has never been stronger.
Let's just call it a feeling.
To the adventures ahead (and no stupid things).
