I'm sweating profusely; let's... um, ok how about we just leave it at that?
Normally I love the windows in my office, but today they've made it feel like a second-story greenhouse in here. Which, objectively, is kind of cool... except for the fact that I'm melting. I swear, it's like the AC isn't doing a damn thing. There's no way I could live in the south. I used to travel to Atlanta somewhat regularly for work, but it was only bearable because the AC was always flowing steadily through the hotels and conference rooms. That made things bearable enough.
My eyes flare and I feel my chin tuck into my chest with a shiver.
Ok, this is ridiculous—my office has reached its boiling point and I'm admitting a very humid defeat.
After settling in at the dining room table with the shades drawn, I resume my end-of-week inbox crusade. Scrolling to where I left off, I click on the latest piece of writing from Sara Kuburic. She's typically short, sweet, and to the point—even while prying open some rather huge ideas—so I figure I've got time to check it out.
As I'm reading, I can feel my face scrunching up.
Well, shit.
That’s…
Wow, yeah, ok.
In one single-line, Sara managed to articulate something I've been wrestling with for years... She said she's slowly been learning that "accepting timing does not mean abandoning agency." She went on to say "It means holding agency and humility at the same time."
Squirming in my seat, I've stopped sweating as much but I'm still covered in it.
Are you someone who believes in the timing of things falling into place, or do you believe in engineering their existence yourself? Can both be true?
onward.
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