My friend sent me this video back in March, two weeks before we went to Guatemala for her cousin’s wedding (yep…that friend, the one I’ll most likely get arrested with). It’s depressing to admit that nearly a year after the fact I still associate with the girl in this video (trapped in someone else’s master plan) when I really just wanna throw up them deuces, escape to an island, and work to live rather than live to work. I think our culture celebrates haste and quantity over quality–counting accolades instead of savoring them.
Oftentimes I wonder what I’m pushing so hard for … Any ideas? How do you qualify success these days?