My friend Curly is honest as the day is long. She believes in me and my abilities and talents - she also recognizes the ugly, stagnant part of me -the part that gets stuck in the mud. Every once in awhile, she invests in my life and says - hey. Get busy.
A couple days ago - she reminded me that there are more than eight hours in a day. She knows I worry about losing the security that I have with my job. She also knows that SOMEDAY I would really like to give adventure a shot - put wings on some of my wild ideas. "Why can't you work AND pursue some of these things?"
You don't live to work. You work so you can live.
Thank you, Curly. Your support gives me a lot of courage.