It’s now a little past 2AM. I can’t sleep. I’m on vacation, with good friends staying over. My family is asleep. I’m on this very quiet lake with a beautiful cabin. And I’m at the kitchen table wide awake.
I can’t sleep because I’m working on next moves, next steps, the next appropriate arc for me to take, for me to share with you, for us to work on together. I can’t sleep because if I stop, the next big thing will wash over me and I won’t be on top of the wave; I’ll be at the bottom.
This is all such utter bull. You can sleep. I can sleep.
What I can’t do, however, is stop dreaming.
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