I love the image of the flower breaking through the dry, cracked earth, above. We can bloom right where we are, despite all of the forces trying to keep us down, both real and imagined. What keeps so many of us from doing what we want to do? Why do we get so stuck? Why, despite our best intentions for the day, does our most important goal not get met?
I’m not lazy. I don’t think I have ADD. So what is it? Thanks to…
