You were one of the people I had in mind with that line. I must have rewrote it a dozen times. It is difficult to imagine how I would have arrived at that compression before our friendship. Grateful for you my friend.
2023 has been my year of learning to savor in my naps. It's one of my favorite times that I default to almost daily with some exception. To rest almost feels synonymous with what life is meant to be about, and yet, we've been trained to identify always with work. You've inspired me even more to stick to my resting rituals :)
Thanks James. Well said. It reminds me that the elegant and extravagant is not only essential but available. I appreciate you and always look forward to your notes.
I'm glad the sentence describing one of the most hideous settings of my former life could be transformed into beauty. Your words remind me that the ugly doesn't have to be forever. the lost things behind screens can be redeemed! 🙌🏼
Thank you Dylan for the conversations over the past week. Our time together inspired so many little differences in this piece that elevated the quality.
As an avid nap taker, I wholeheartedly, and sleepily, enjoyed your words here.
Also this line: "It would seem I may never have a career again. No business cards or OKRs. Dream job? No more. I no longer dream of labor. Now I dream of far more beautiful things." *chef's kiss*
Love that you did voiceover 👏🏻
If only you listened, it was worth it. Took longer than writing the piece. 😵
Thank you for encouraging me to do these. I know I have the ability and can make them regularly. As always, it is a treat to read you my friend.
Ahh, I will always listen to them! Glad you put the time to do it.
And yes, you have the "ability" of a great voice. Beautiful essay, as always.
“Remember to cease frequently.” -- no need to add anything else. Beautiful, my friend.
You were one of the people I had in mind with that line. I must have rewrote it a dozen times. It is difficult to imagine how I would have arrived at that compression before our friendship. Grateful for you my friend.
So flattered, and honored. And, likewise, so grateful for you. :)
2023 has been my year of learning to savor in my naps. It's one of my favorite times that I default to almost daily with some exception. To rest almost feels synonymous with what life is meant to be about, and yet, we've been trained to identify always with work. You've inspired me even more to stick to my resting rituals :)
Thank you for sharing Steven
Loved the voiceover. This so resonates with me it’s insane. Thank you.
“Handing off all that had filled my mind so I could rest with the Divine.” You don’t just take naps. You rest with the Divine.
So elegant. So essential.
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Thanks James. Well said. It reminds me that the elegant and extravagant is not only essential but available. I appreciate you and always look forward to your notes.
“The late nights laboring in front of a million little suns staring back at me weren’t as glorious as status said they would be.”
Beautiful piece Steven, as always :)
I'm glad the sentence describing one of the most hideous settings of my former life could be transformed into beauty. Your words remind me that the ugly doesn't have to be forever. the lost things behind screens can be redeemed! 🙌🏼
“Remember to cease frequently. Work can only make gender and race equal like slaves.”
"Remember to cease frequently." : ) : ) : )
Such a wonderful meditation, man. Thanks for this.
I no longer dream of labor.
Happy to find another mind who loves that line.
I wrote it on my fridge.
That line hit me too.
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Thank you Dylan for the conversations over the past week. Our time together inspired so many little differences in this piece that elevated the quality.
“Handing off all that had filled my mind so I could rest with the Divine.” Sooo much more than just a nap...loved this.
Voiceover sounded great.
"I no longer dream of labor. Now I dream of far more beautiful things." So well named--I needed to read this!
As an avid nap taker, I wholeheartedly, and sleepily, enjoyed your words here.
Also this line: "It would seem I may never have a career again. No business cards or OKRs. Dream job? No more. I no longer dream of labor. Now I dream of far more beautiful things." *chef's kiss*
"carving from time a cathedral in my calendar" -- how lovely