It’s raining again. I forget sometimes how reflective
I become over something as ordinary as coffee. Just a strong black coffee, no
sugar, and some number patterns to play with, and everything clicks into place.
I view math as the language of the universe, while English is the teddy
bear my heart still talks to.
What a strange stretch of days this has turned out to
be. I spent nine of them trying to pick just one path. But in the end, it
wasn’t really about choosing. It was about believing I had to let one go. What
I’ve come to realize is that whether it’s teaching ABCs to kids or FX to
corporate treasuries, the equation’s the same.
Tomorrow is the Lord’s day. I will read, I will pray
in Latin, et me somno tradam. 📓🪶
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