Pale and transparent, you can observe the world through her thinning sense of self. Time is a meaningless device she uses to give herself a feeling of having accomplished something meaningful. The smoke from a hundred candles, bright souls of the shunned, floats past her face in an effort to get her attention. Her eyes are on herself in a last ditch effort to give herself substance and weight but she is blind.
Check-In
Follow Your North Star
This past month has been one where I’ve felt a little lost, even while I felt like I knew exactly where I was going. I did all the ‘right’ things; crossing all the T’s and dotting all the I’s but I felt a little empty and inadequate at the end of every day. Too much on my plate and no brakes to say ‘no.’ I was sorry every week to miss the opportunity to say ‘Hey’ to you guys.
