Vertebrae

Every time I start a new journal, I open it to the first page and scribble all over it. Why? It disarms the pressure of a brand new journal… These sacred, white pages… waiting for profound thoughts and notes to fill them. So where do you start? You scribble. Immediately make it imperfect. Not in some sort of sadistic way, but in a freeing way. How do you fight the fear of a blank page? You just start writing a few words. Even if you go back and disregard them later, they broke the seal. They got the wheels turning. And that’s exactly what this is.  Introduction and background. Been wanting to do this for a while but had never found a thread (through line) to connect it all. The vertebrae in my life felt like they were out of alignment.  Helping grow fruit on other people’s trees.  I’m constantly ingesting (and hopefully digesting) teaching from around the world. Leaders in faith, in marketing, in emerging industries, in family, in leadership… There’s not really anything that ties them together in my life,