There’s an icy chill in the air this morning, with gusty winds blowing. My smartphone says it feels like -1º outside. Yes, the ride is getting bumpy. But I won’t be hiding beneath the covers—time is of the essence.
I’m the guy staring at an overstuffed suitcase, trying to figure out what I can safely discard so I can reach my destination with only the bare essentials. I’m already living like a minimalist. Time-wasting activities are no longer part of my life. I must stay focused, no matter what storms rage around me.
If you’re the praying type, I’d appreciate some good thoughts sent my way. There’s a part of me longing for the turbulence to end. The seatbelt sign is on. Tomorrow marks seven years since the accident that nearly ended my life—and it looks like those same dangerous conditions may be returning.
My superhero, Spock, faced his own challenges every seven years. All I can say is, “Not fascinating.”
Stay tuned. I hope to land on time with all my goals intact.
Have a great day.
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