One day, he took to wearing a large, black plastic owl on his wrist. He was tired of the pigeons and the blackbirds; the bird droppings and noise … and, frankly, he was tired of being taken for granted. What he hadn’t anticipated was how much he would miss the songbirds.
Follow Your North Star
This past month has been one where I’ve felt a little lost, even while I felt like I knew exactly where I was going. I did all the ‘right’ things; crossing all the T’s and dotting all the I’s but I felt a little empty and inadequate at the end of every day. Too much on my plate and no brakes to say ‘no.’ I was sorry every week to miss the opportunity to say ‘Hey’ to you guys.