"Transformation doesn’t happen by chasing the extraordinary but by attending to the ordinary, over and over again."
That gives words to my life right now. So good, Jon! Thank you. February in Michigan feels like attending to the ordinary, over and over again--the ordinary of encouraging myself out of bed (every day, it turns out) and plodding across the dark house to that morning chair, when I feel like I'm a plate of cold leftovers. =P
"A plate of cold leftovers" — that's honest and funny. February in Michigan earns that description. Thanks so much for reading and the encouragement! Plodding with you!
"Transformation doesn’t happen by chasing the extraordinary but by attending to the ordinary, over and over again."
That gives words to my life right now. So good, Jon! Thank you. February in Michigan feels like attending to the ordinary, over and over again--the ordinary of encouraging myself out of bed (every day, it turns out) and plodding across the dark house to that morning chair, when I feel like I'm a plate of cold leftovers. =P
"A plate of cold leftovers" — that's honest and funny. February in Michigan earns that description. Thanks so much for reading and the encouragement! Plodding with you!