I don’t think I’m a terribly spiritual person. I would describe my relationship with organized religion as more of a nodding acquaintanceship than anything else. I don’t go to church and you’ll never find me on a mountain top, bugging the shit out of a Tibetan monk for guidance on my First World Problems. I have this feeling it would go something like this: Yeah,
Santa Claus doesn’t exist: Becoming a financial adult
“The graveyards are full of indispensable men” – Charles De Gaulle My latest, and most important, learning: I am not indispensable. Not to anyone or anything. Does it sound harsh? Well, it is – but it’s the truth. It is both liberating and humbling. My position at work? It can be done quite well by others if I weren’t there. My blog? See above. My