Out of Order

Hello friend—you’re receiving this email as a part of morning reading, a daily reflection on the parts of life worth living for that you signed up for sometime last year. I've got a laundry list of additions, designs updates, and website pieces I want to make, but ultimately, I just wanted to bring this back. Thank you for reading, and a very happy New Year. 

Out of OrderJanuary 11th

Good morning, friend.Out of order.Not currently functioning. Temporarily broken. Unavailable.With a little yellow tri-fold sign, or hastily scribbled note. It’s on laundromats, vending machines, and just about every drive through soft serve machine in the country.But there’s another way to read the sentence: out of order. No longer in stock. Like an empty gas tank of put-togetherness.Like we begin every day with a certain amount of order, and if we do our jobs, we end the day out of order. With each drop of put-togetherness adequately spent. So if you have a limited amount of order for the day,A finite amount of organization and peace,What will you use it for?What will you set in order today?Journal Prompt: What's one part of your life that feels completely dialed right now? What's going right about it?