Sitting at the airport writing this morning’s email.
Airports are such in-between places.
Everyone is in transit, neither here nor there. A near perfect liminal space, where the rules of life change, even just for a moment.
I wonder of stability is not the exception and flux the standard? Reminds me of a quote, I can’t remember by who:
We are all falling, falling, falling,
but luckily there is no ground to fall on.
Get skin in the game, accept the flux.