Itโs been months for me.
But yesterday, I sat coffee at my side, with a blank page and wrote: โ๐๐ ๐๐ง๐๐๐ฃ, ๐ฌ๐๐๐ฉ ๐๐๐ซ๐ ๐ฎ๐ค๐ช ๐๐ค๐ฉ ๐๐ค๐ง ๐ข๐?โ
No agenda. Just space to listen. And when I do, something surprising often surfaces.
Not from the to-do list. But from somewhere deeper.
โ๐๐ฆโ๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ต๐ณ๐บ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ฅ๐ฐ ๐ต๐ฐ๐ฐ ๐ฎ๐ถ๐ค๐ฉ.โ
โ๐ ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ค๐ข๐ต๐ค๐ฉ ๐ถ๐ฑ ๐ธ๐ช๐ต๐ฉ …โ
โ๐๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐ช๐ด๐ฏโ๐ต ๐ธ๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ฎ๐ข๐ต๐ต๐ฆ๐ณ๐ด ๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ด๐ต.โ
It cuts across work, family, fitness. Itโs a doorway into liminal thinking. A quiet, in-between space where real insight lives.
Out of interest, this morning I asked AiMe (my AI agent) the same question and I got a lot of words and ideas. They know me pretty well. But theyโre not yet in my subconscious.
โด
๐ ๐น๐ผ๐๐ฒ ๐๐ต๐ถ๐ ๐ฝ๐ฟ๐ฎ๐ฐ๐๐ถ๐ฐ๐ฒ. ๐ ๐ณ๐ผ๐ฟ๐ด๐ฒ๐ ๐ถ๐ ๐ผ๐ณ๐๐ฒ๐ป.
But when I return to it, I always find something I didnโt know I needed.
โ So grab a coffee.
๐๏ธ Open a page.
๐ง Ask the question.
๐ Listen in.
