Walking the freezing streets of New York City in January [1], I wasn’t willing to stop my forward motion for much. I chaperoned with an iron fist, kind of. “Go. Move. Keep walking. Tighten it up. Come on.” The only things that halted me were window displays of perfect macarons and this: A coffee shop chalk board stand that said, in simple block printing, “Remember Why You Started.” [2]
Those words sliced into me like the arctic January wind, except once they were planted, they warmed me up.
Why did I start?
Do I remember?
And when I remember, what does the remembering require of me?
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[1] Seriously, people. Do you remember how cold it was the week before the Superbowl in New York City? Because, cold.
[2] I took a picture of it. I have it sitting right here. Apparently I have my techno-challenge on, because I can’t upload it. Maybe later. Maybe use your imagination.