I’ve been fumbling around my office waiting for some brilliance to light up the room (as well as my brain) and inspire a post, but it’s like that phrase about trying to wring blood or water from a stone or something. Spotify was playing “Your Sweetness Is My Weakness” by Barry White and that just didn’t seem like a good jumping-off point, so I started pulling books off my shelves looking for something to strike.

I found this poem I saved from an email someone forwarded to me a few years ago; so, instead of grasping for words to “fix” this weekly post that feels like a heavy obligation tonight, I’m going to surrender to serving myself and heed these words. Live out what I try to help my people do. Post. Shut down the house. Go to bed. Go to vacation with my family and my best friend and her family on Saturday. Have new experiences. Hang out. Remember there’s so much more to write. The well is never dry.

If I can gather myself and remember how to edit and post the audio file of today’s call I offered, I will post it on Facebook. Until then, bon weekend á tous.