Why Living Our Dreams is Less Work, More Play
CLEAR SKY, FUZZY HEAD The sky was clear, the sun was rising, and I was charging over the Granville Street Bridge, pony tail bouncing, shoes click-clacking: purposeful, determined, energized—and confused. The little things count. Everything we do or dedicate our intention towards matters. Especially when we’re living a dream. As ease-full as it can be…
