Our line.

I realize, time and again, I tend to write the way I think. Which is to get straight to the point.

I’ve always been terrible at names. I’ve used the excuse that, well, ‘Sorry, I’m terrible with names.’ Pretty lame. At some point, I realized there’s no excuse not to remember someone’s name.

I had something random-but-not-random all lined up for this week. Then I heard Amanda Gorman recite her poem The Hill We Climb.

Late last year, I had what I thought a great call with a guy from a company that had been on my ‘Companies I’d Love To Work With’ list.

What matters isn’t pleasing everyone, or trying to make everyone happy. I have to remember this from time to time.

Here then are the highlights, in case you missed them. The posts, in looking back myself or that I recall even when writing them, that I feel now are worth repeating.

Of all our cards, we noticed only two included any sort of actual handwriting. Of those two, only one was a personal, handwritten note.

No matter anyone’s beliefs, or their values, or their perspectives, it’s tough not to give Beethoven even a little credit for writing music that two-hundred and fifteen years later we’re still performing, still listening to, still being blown away by.

Always, with change comes some fear.

I’m definitely introverted. I’m not sure I’d diagnose myself with Rejection-Sensitivity Disorder, but the similarities are striking.

Somebody asks, ‘What time is it?’ Andrew George, the lead raft guide, answers simply…

Despite the fact I totally missed it, this is cool enough that it’s worth sharing after the fact. Apparently, November 13 (last Friday) is World Kindness Day.