Crossing the Line.

Back in the day, a sailor’s first voyage across the equator was considered a big deal. It was a rite of passage. A ritual of crossing. Everything was different after it happened. Once you had crossed the line, you weren’t just a sailor anymore. You were a...

The Cover Story.

One of my favorite things in the world is finding out what people are using as a cover story for coming to Rally (Rally!). Because when you’re coming to Rally, you don’t really know what it is, right? Even if you’ve done it before. I mean, I’ve...

From my journal.

Today I’m letting you peek at my journal. Here’s some of what I scribbled yesterday morning. Noticing. What am I noticing? What am I feeling this morning? I am feeling very discouraged this morning. Discouraged and bleak. And I know from experience (thank...

A sandwich, a magic wand, desire, yes-but.

Me: I wanna sandwich! Sandwich! Inquisitive and loving me, who might also be a fairy godmother: That seems like a reasonable thing to want. If I could wave my magic wand and get you one this very instant, would you take it? Me: Yes! But I want it with pickles. And...
The Fluent Self