The parallel between my attachment to my possessions and my obsession to constantly be productive went much deeper than emotional spirals. I realized I was allowing both to define my worth as a person.

The parallel between my attachment to my possessions and my obsession to constantly be productive went much deeper than emotional spirals. I realized I was allowing both to define my worth as a person.
Some days I wish I could hit a “do-over” button and start the day again.
What would our world look like if we recognized that someone, even on social media, “doesn’t know what they don’t know”? What if there were more responses to create conversations, rather than the easy reaction of simply removing from our life those who hold differing opinions? If we don’t take these difficult routes to conversation and deeper understanding with those whom we disagree, how can we expect anyone to move information and understanding from their “not yet” circles?