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Dear friend, I want to tell you a story about raspberries. One of my clients planted a raspberry cane last year. Just a stick in the dirt. No leaves. No roots to speak of. Nothing that promised it would thrive. She didn’t expect much and that was kind of the ✨magic✨ of it. The raspberry was planted out of curiosity more than a commitment. But by the end of the season, it had taken over her garden. Branches everywhere. Bright green leaves. Even a few small berries. It wasn’t supposed to grow...
Greetings from Kansas, Reader! Let me say that again. Kansas! I'm going to take a poll - how many of you have been here before? ....that's what I thought. Literally the only person I could think of from Kansas was Dorothy from Wizard of Oz. And well, she wasn't real. I just spent the last day flying for 10+ hours to arrive in Lawrence, Kansas (more on why in another newsletter). And I do this thing every time I land somewhere. I start picturing my life there. The possibilities. Could I make...
So, let me set the scene. I'm holding a paper plate with a bagel on it, standing in the bathroom. Two feet of space. Right next to the toilet. A flickering fluorescent light overhead. Why? Because I was trying to avoid the pre-meeting small talk. That awkward dance of people hovering by the cold brew, making chit-chat about their weekend plans. I didn't know anyone all that well. And I didn't want to pretend I did. So the better option? I stood in the bathroom. Waiting for the actual meeting...