It will all work out somehow
Just now I called a colleague I had not spoken to in a week to check on something. She had started on it yesterday and wanted me to come by today to finish up. Somehow she knew and I knew that today would be the day we'd deal with it, even though neither of us had ever said so last week. The longer I am in Iceland, the more I come to believe the absolute rightness of not over planning. There is just something in the air that makes things happen when they should.
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