No Excuses

No Excuses

I don’t know about you, but even as I make continuous progress toward actualizing my goals, I still find myself falling into this trap from time to time. For me it’s often letting the perfect be the enemy of the good. Then it becomes an excuse to not move forward, because I have to fix some detail.
Today I’m focusing on eliminating those little imperfections that lead to excuses of not being able to move to the next level because some detail is a little out of focus or not quite polished enough. Today we’re fixing the f*cking details already! No more excuses.
So I’m rolling up my sleeves, breaking it down to take action. Time to make it good enough to not be a hindrance to the next steps. Done is better than perfect. But good enough so needs to happen, so let’s get it done. AMIRIGHT?
What’s holding you back right now, and more importantly, what are going to do about it?

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Spring whispers to winter in the morning.

Spring whispers to winter in the morning.

Spring whispers to winter in the morning.
In waves I hear stories of women and men,
Ships carry their ideas to shore.
Flotsam and twigs, as they are.
Shared absurdities of hope and withered fruit trees.
The laughter of children playing by the stony brook unaware of their fleeting.
The tears of the widow mending their quilt with leathery hands, scented of cotton.
I make move to raise my voice to join in the song.
But my gratitude and my longing wrestle me down,
Like lovers in the variegated landscape of our heart.
Fields of sorrow grow tended by tears of joy.
Beneath the soil, an infinite array of stars.
Casting off my cloak, I long to sing. But find the notes are too low to fit through my throat,
The melody too supple to slip past my lips.
Our chorus is too lonesome to loosen my tongue.
So silence remains the steady accompanying beat to this old living song of listening deep.
As the waters run through, and the memories sleep.
The Spring in a Winter night’s dream.

Who remembers learning about the Great Migration?

Who remembers learning about the Great Migration in school? I don’t despite it being much larger and more impactful than the Gold Rush and the Dust Bowl migration which I do remember learning about.
I’m just starting into this book for my Embracing Equity Book Club. Looking forward to diving into this further.

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