One part of me is telling me that what I’m doing is enough. And yet another part knows that I’m not doing as much as I could because I’m scared and unwilling to be uncomfortable.
After almost six weeks off travelling throughout Southeast Asia and then moving with my wife from Seattle to Bellingham, I’m back and ready to go.
How will we want future generations to remember us? Will we want to be defined by our most evil behaviors whose evils, for whatever reason, we couldn’t fully see?