I have a tough assignment this week.
One of my daughters solicited me for a handwritten list of the best “life” advice I had for her.
Don’t get me wrong. I believe I have good advice to give. I’ve had a myriad of experiences and I’m blessed with an open mind.
Both warrant a gift of wisdom—yet rarely do I offer my counsel.
When I was 20-something and pliable as Play Doh, I was handed advice left and right before I asked for it. Some of it was very good. Some of it changed my mind before I had a chance to make up my own.
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