Tracks in the snow. You. You there. I know you’re out there…quietly tiptoeing around in the dark and leaving behind your analytics. I see the trail you leave.
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Tracks in the snow. You. You there. I know you’re out there…quietly tiptoeing around in the dark and leaving behind your analytics. I see the trail you leave. Think of the list you’ve made for yourself over the years—all of the tangible and intangible things you feel would make you happy if only they were yours. We all have a team–a team being that group of people, family and friends, that you rely on in good times and bad. They are the people you reach for first. You lucky bastard. You are a fake and everyone knows it. I have a strong belief that each of us has the capacity to do anything is we wish. What keeps us from reaching for our dreams? I don’t know what made me think of this story today but I want to share it with you. At a young age, it taught me that things and people are not always as they seem. Yea, you heard me. This moment–this stinky, metal on metal, fit last season and now it doesn’t moment. |
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