Each summer my family travels to Missouri to hang our with Uncle Doug. We meet at a lake in Arkansas, where he rolls out his water toys. Among my favorites are his jet skis. I waste hours nimbly hopping waves (when I’m by myself).
His newest jetski reached 81mph the last time I rode it. When I mention that to people, they often give an expression of fear, followed by, “Weren’t you concerned you would fall off.”Read More »
It’s a plague. A communicable disease. You walk into a meeting with a full schedule, and you walk out with an additional buffet of projects.
Everybody wants all the things.
How do you prioritize all the things?
What if I told you there was a secret formula passed down from mystic monks long ago? Monks who scaled the side of a mountain, contemplated the limitations of time, scribed an inspired formula, and crossed the crystal sea to share it with the world.Read More »