Dish Washing
When I was a kid, the last thing I ever wanted to do was wash a dish. I didn’t mind getting dirty when the time was right—mud, grass stains, whatever—but dishes? Never. Dishwashing meant pressing my skinny chest up to the sink, usually leaving a faint but noticeable horizontal watermark across my shirt. What really…
Meaning
Who Am I? I get asked to decribe myslef What should seem like a no-brainer leaves me searching every corner “I am a Leader” I say Am I? “I am Kind” I say All the Time? I just want to know Who Am I?
the rule of 3 