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Category: Trust
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Barbie, with her wicked business acumen, saw this seismic shift in the world of comms way before any in-the-trenches types were mysteriously summoned, in small batches, to a hard to find 4th floor conference room with nary an explanation as to why. So the story goes… A man dressed in black sat in front of…
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The Glowing Rose is a tavern on the outskirts of town. Just past it, little over a mile, the road runs out. If a body were traveling through those heavily wooded parts, they’d see the border of another country soon enough. The old timers, though, have a hard time leaving their homes. “I’ve spent all…
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Selective memory has atrophied the ability to see situations clearly.But do we not do the things one ought to do?Like? Like paying bills.Playing it safe.The What-If Game takes up more and more of our time as we find ourselves stuck in a groove from decades ago just like the old timers we once despised.The mirror…
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Curiosity is no crime. Language barrier? No such thing. But from time to time we wander into uncertain terrain. Let us hope we've crossed paths with an opportunity to learn and make a new friend. The alternative evokes images of a cookfire with a pot of something simmering in need of a good tater or…
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Hey '23! Embrace the new role of Chief Intuitioner. Set the intention to create, not ruminate. Read more, scroll less. Doom is in the eye of the idle. Don't expect the goal line to move toward you. A wish that leaves no heartbeat quickened is bound to become another daydream that'll lead you further from…
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To make something beautiful is a lifelong pursuit. Keep edges rough.Lines are suggestions on where they should be crossed.This is a love letter to your unfettered spirit. It is the rough edge of one's work that establishes merit.Beginning. Middle. End.The order in which the dream is conveyed is inconsequential. Mastery is misleading. Know when to…
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Who's story am I allowed to tell? Can I hand over free rein to my imagination so it can wander unchecked as it dictates the rules of an existence lived outside of my skin? The safe play is to write what I know; access to opportunities and the freedom to consider more than one path…