It took that cold piece of pizza for me to realize, the biggest automation threat to my team wasn’t in technology…it was in my own detachment and automated impulses.

The war part is over for me.

So I will be.

By the time the monkeys were up, my dear friend’s dedicated rustle of her Mala invited me to move to heat the water.

I pray. I walk in the moss. I pour warmth over simple ingredients. Repeat.

Sometimes before my feet hit the ground, and sometimes on my lunch break…no matter where I find the space…it’s one of my most sacred personal practices to take 10 selfish breaths.

I still love the canvas that softened butter willingly offers. It provides an opportunity for me to check in - consider my feelings, and my wants and needs.