My word for the first half of 48 was REACH.
For the last half, DISCOVERY.
Where I am today doesn’t have a logline.
And for the first time, I am actually really happy with the not knowing.
Everything Is Material.
I am satisfied and striving.
Enoughness is excavated.
The Sum Of All Years is an autobiography where the word count for each post is limited to the corresponding age for that entry. See them all, here.