In the worst case scenario, what is lost? I lose my family I lose my possessions. I lose my job. In the worst case scenario, what stays? I have my memories. I have my character. I have the ability to choose gratitude.

Rising like foam to the surface we are quick to present the good. I received a promotion. I was recognized. The weight of disappointment and frustration are easy to let sink below the surface. And they feel uncomfortable, so all the more reason to never question their desolate habitats. Yet incredible positives are seen when…

Sometimes the most important skill is knowing when, and how, to ask for help. Of course the knowing is not enough, and must be followed by doing to show results. There’s not enough time to do all the things you want to. Take a bite of humble oats and make an ask.

Time is the ultimate finite constraint. It dictates non negotiable limitations. The number of sunsets, breakfasts, celebrations and challenges are all limited. Something as mundane as the routine need to eat illuminates an opportunity to tell the people around you, I love you.

Like burning a piece of toast, it’s not the desired outcome. And like a burnt piece of toast, it’s easy to choose discarding the emotion as the obvious choice. Yet beneath the burnt edges there’s an underlying need, a why behind the defense.