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rivers know this: there is no hurry, we shall get there some day. -winnie the pooh


don’t think about all the things there are to do, instead KNOW that we have a plan and will make so much progress that it’s going to feel good – or at least will feel like forward movement, i promise…

i am hoping to have the determination to run in the morning. i want to wake early. i think you mentioned going to the gym. make a plan. set yourself up for success. make up your mind. the most profound things happen in life when you change the way you think. practice your way there. cultivate your thoughts carefully. try harder when you feel like giving up. have patience when you struggle. i want to see you succeed so much.

of all the causes of astronaut insanity…getting a fly caught inside your space helmet is probably in the top three…

okay, here’s something i really like. i found this card a long time ago. i used to read this everyday, and i know it helped transform me –

promise yourself-

to be so strong that nothing can disturb your peace of mind.

to talk health, happiness, and prosperity to every person you meet.

to make all your friends feel that there is something in them.

to look at the sunny side of everything and make your optimism come true.

to think only of the best, to work only for the best, and expect only the best.

to be just as enthusiastic about the success of others as you are about your own.

to forget the mistakes of the past and press on to the greater achievements of the future.

to wear a cheerful countenance at all times and give every living creature you meet a smile.

to give so much time to the improvement of yourself that you have no time to criticize others.

to be too large for worry, too noble for anger, too strong for fear, and too happy to permit the presence of trouble.

we were sharing book recommendations that year…have you read…you MUST reads. history of love. i took it to honduras, remember it there at the top of my blue marmot backpack each time i moved camps and sorted through the essentials. the body of the book morphed, rounding at the top of my pack. i remember how much i loved the way the soft binding felt, there was something extra soft about that cover. it was in honduras with me for those four weeks and back, pages curled from jungle humidity, dog eared from camp life.

little did i know, what that book was portending…


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