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Part 2: Without No, there can be no Yes.

As we strive to change the world, is it selfish to work on ourselves? Or is it the only way?

I propose we spend a few minutes every day taking some time to PAUSE. Taking some time to reorganize ourselves.

My ability to manage the HOW I do things is the difference between feeling steamrolled by my life and feeling like I can (just) manage it.

Changing my position, giving myself, quite literally, a different perspective, tends to rattle something free in my brain.

What if we were to expand our idea of ourselves to include the WHOLE THING?

To do one thing at a time is so unusual in our culture that we may feel sheepish doing it. It’s downright counter-cultural. It’s radical.

I kept catching myself lifting my shoulders, hunching toward my paper and holding my breath. Old habits die hard.