As I get better at learning financial investing I find myself needing to remember how easy it is to forget to invest in my joy with equal ardor. As I write this, I pause to look out my window at the snowy gusts shaking the trees creating a powder storm, all whirls, all wind. And …
I remember wandering around a festival a few years ago IN A DAG NAB SNIT. Nothing was working out, I could find no one and, it appeared, a hurricane was weirdly baring down on this mountain town. WTF? I was listening to an abe-tube to cheer myself up, but sometimes when I’m out in public, …
In my excitement to teach this concept, I was imagining, and then of course discovered, The Perfect Tree Stump. It was the remnants of a giant be-felled Redwood Tree, waist-height from ground level, and I could jump onto the rim of the stump and see a giant hole in the middle, big enough for me …