I'm always struck by the random and wonderful places where advice emerges, where direction decides to surface.
Yesterday, a few minutes before take-off, the man beside me on the plane turned and said:
"Hi, I'm Eric. and I know most people choose not to speak to the person next to them when they fly, but I want to be constantly meeting new people... if we're not meeting new people, our lives become static, don't they? And I don't ever want a static life. I want to live on the move."
I'll admit--when he first turned and began to speak, I inwardly sighed and thought oh here we go, dude, please just let me read my book. And then I listened to him. And I realized how wrong I was. And we talked. And I met a new person. And he taught me things.
And it was life in motion.
Pretty incredible, wouldn't you say?