So… here’s a confession.

I think about you all the time.

There you have it.

I do!

Maybe that comes as a surprise, but it’s absolutely true.

You’re on my mind, every single day.

Often multiple times.

This morning you were, while I was drinking coffee in bed.

After that, you were during my workout.

And when I took a shower, when the lifting and grunting and sweating were done, there you were again.

You see, I have this obsession with making life as simple and straightforward as possible.

And part of that ongoing quest (that I was sent on by life itself, obviously), is receiving an endless amount of insights.

Helpful, enlightening, and relaxing stuff, mostly.

That’s where you come in.

Every single time I receive something that feels uplifting and inspirational, something that might take some of the confusion and tension away, I want to share it.

With you.

In a way that might speak to you and touch you.

Because that’s the other part of the quest: I can’t keep all these things to myself.

If it wasn’t for that particular piece of the deal, I might have been living in the countryside in France, looking at the sky all day long, not giving a shit about anybody else.

Petting my old German shepherd.

Tending the brussels sprouts.

Scratching my balls now and then.

All without writing or talking about it all the time.

But that’s not the deal.

The deal is that you are part of my thing.

And I am part of yours.

We’re connected.

Every single day.

Now you know.

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