I’ve had a love/hate relationship with power. Even the word felt uncomfortable. The thought of having it made me sprint in the opposite direction because I didn’t know how I would respond if I had a lot of power. In other words, if I had genuine power in my life, what would I do with it? I wasn’t sure, and that scared me enough to leave the subject alone for years.

Funny how I look at time now and feel urgency as if I've wasted most of my life doing, rushing, accomplishing. Funny how learning, being, and living don't feel like wasted time. Is time a concept that stretches and shrinks depending on how we think of it?