For most of my life, I would sit down in front of a white screen with a blinking cursor and just start writing. The words would flow and in the back of my brain, a small, but persistent, voice would cheer me on.
I can’t remember having a goal. An actual goal.
There are things I’ve wanted to do, but if I didn’t do them I’d be fine with that too. There are targets that would have been nice to hit, but if I didn’t hit them I wouldn’t look back and say I missed them.
It’s a vending machine.
Can someone please explain to me why this isn’t a vending machine? There are tons of these all over the United States. I’ve been in countless locations where I pull something (edible or non-edible) out of a “magic” box, flash my Apple Watch to pay with Apple Pay, and I’m done. I walk away happy. I’ve…