You made time for what was most important. So that when the day was found to be over, the chickens had a place to come home and roost. The doors were shut, and all was well.

You’ve processed. And now you can walk with clarity. Clarity, sweet clarity.

As the distance between your apex and what is in front of you widens, the destination typically points to discontentment. Can you find contentment as the gap grows? Is that something the concious mind can choose? Or is it imprisoned to comparison, of what is to what could be?

The building within a building. A story within a story. A meeting within the Met.

The one about chasing the money. The one about constant whiplash. The one about no focus.