It’s Sunday evening. I’m reflecting on my last week & the upcoming week. I’m hungry for a rich perspective on life outside of the tech sphere. I think my current feeling is what people experience before they push themselves into burn out.
I’m throttling back and spending part of my summer nights reading dead authors to pull in fresh perspective.
Why read dead authors to get fresh perspective? That’s a longer conversation for another time – but very worthwhile.
I have a back porch (picture) that’s majestic after dusk. I’m starting with “If-” and other poems by Rudyard Kipling. Suggestions welcomed and encouraged.