“Oh, my gosh. Where do I start? Nope. Can’t admit to that feeling… Nope, can’t talk about that…
Suffice to say that Wall Street is kicking my A$$ and I’m panicking. Telling myself don’t panic. Picturing myself tottering on a cane to my cubicle at work because I’ll never be able to retire. Telling myself “la la la la la”.
I put up a good front. I fight the good fight. But I’m breaking. I hurt and I’m afraid. But I think this means something big is around the corner. Something good is going to happen. I believe it. (clicks her heels, “there’s no place like home, there’s no place like home”)
The following passages are excerpts from a book I’m reading by Donald Miller called “A Million Miles in a Thousand Years: What I Learned While Editing My Life” (which I am thoroughly enjoying listening to) accompanied by some photos I took last weekend around the Mill City Museum and Stone Arch Bridge in Minneapolis.
Donald Miller’s book often compares living a good life to being a good character in a story.
“Hold our tongue; don’t talk about that person that way; forgive the friend you haven’t talked to; don’t look at that woman as a possession; I want to show you the sunset; look and see how short life is and how your troubles are not worth worrying about; buy that bottle of wine and call your friend and see if he can get together, because, remember, he was supposed to have that conversation with his daughter, and you should ask him about it.”