My father gave me a book when I was younger. Notes to myself by Hugh Prather.
Just a little book with a lot of great notes.
One I remember best:
“The horizon ceases to be the horizon once you get there.”
How wonderful that when we arrive at a destination, we can look up and see a new horizon? Never arrive.
Though, sometimes it is more difficult to look beyond the desk or the cube to see the horizon.
