Issue # 111 | March 20th, 2026 | Previous issues​

Hey Reader,

Here’s a truth I’d like you to sit with for a long moment.

No one else is you or can live for you.

Powerful thought, isn’t it?

There will never be another you. No one can live your life for you. That’s your responsibility.

Aren’t you glad?

So then, why do you live the way you do?

You know what I mean.

Jumping out of bed in the morning. Downing coffee before you rush out, or grabbing one from a drive-through on your way to work, or whatever it is you do. Maybe you’re up at the crack of dawn to work out at the gym or to have some peace and quiet before the kids wake up.

The rest of your day is a blur. Running to and fro. Answering phone calls and texts. Picking things up. Dropping things off. Swerving through traffic.

Shoveling food down your throat while you type away at your desk. Maybe you remember to drink enough water, but if you do, then you have to make many trips to the restroom, and so you forgo the extra water.

Then you rush home for your frantic evening until it’s time for bed.

Tomorrow the blur begins again.

And this…this…makes you feel useful. This feels like living, sort of. You may live for the weekend, which barely lasts all of three seconds.

You feel worthy of this life.

Because you’re moving and shaking. You’re doing everything responsibly. You’re taking care of business. Your kids. Your job. Your house. Your aging parents. Your depressed friends.

But you know what you forgot?

You forgot to sense the rise and fall of your breath.

You forgot to notice that the sun rose for you today.

You forgot to stoop down and acknowledge the spring daffodils that are breaking through once-frozen ground to put on a show no one can replicate.

You forgot to stand still and feel the breeze and wonder: where does the wind come from?

You forgot to put your hand on your chest and give your heart a little love for working 24/7.

And you forgot the most important thing of all.

That everything you did today, or will do tomorrow, or did in the past, does not equate with your worth or with your life having meaning or purpose.

Here’s the truth. Meaning is already built in. It’s built into life itself.

It was there before you and will be there after you.

You’re simply a blade of grass or a tiny wildflower adorning a beautiful, enduring landscape.

And whether you are useful, practical, productive, or busy may be good sometimes, but it doesn’t determine your worth.

So what does?

Why does one blade of grass or one wildflower matter?

Because they matter to the Creator who put them there.

Worth cannot be earned.

It is a gift.

And what does one do with a gift?

The last thing you would do with a gift is crush it or throw it away.

Your purpose is to create, play, give, receive, find joy, admire beauty, love and be loved, rest, and most of all, be grateful.

With love,

Anna

P.S. Despair grows when worth is tied to output.

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