Food For Thought

My arms trembled with each repetition (rep); the barbell felt like it had doubled in weight since the first round, and my lungs couldn’t pull

I recently wrote about “The Pause Between Notes,” and how meaning often lives in the quiet spaces between them. Lately, I’ve been thinking about another kind

I’ve spent too much time rereading old chapters, revisiting discussions, and things I should have handled differently, and dwelling on reasons why an opportunity slipped

Years ago, I walked through a museum exhibit on music and stopped at a display where the same song was played three different ways. One

I heard this question at a leadership conference last month, delivered rhetorically and casually: “What if you had nothing left to prove?” The room went quiet,