Was I lost in thought…planning for all the important tasks that I think are mine? Did I reach for the stars and lose my footing on solid ground? Was I so sure that I had to know that I forgot to play in uncertainty? Can I speak my mind and give you my heart? Was I so busy making sure you were safe from all the harm life could hurl at you..at me..at us..that I clipped your wings so you wouldn’t fly? We love, we cry, we worry, we plan for the worst but hope for the best, or so

No one gives a damn about the enneagram. There, I said it. But you know there's more to this abrupt statement so hang with me. Don't stop too soon (that will make sense later!) :-) No one cares that you can draw the enneagram symbol without lifting your pencil. That’s a cool trick but no one cares about cool tricks unless you’re a magician…which you are not. Mathematicians or architects might care about the enneagram. It’s an interesting 9 sided drawing. But other than those

Do you want to send a picture to your mom? Guess what? You don’t have to buy a roll of film, take a picture, drop your film off at the little Kodak kiosk, wait 3 days, hope that at least a few of those shots were good, drive back to purchase the developed photos, sift through 15 horrible pictures to find one or two decent ones, put them in an envelope and send them by US Postal service hoping they didn’t get bent by the time they were delivered across country. Today we have s