Hey there, This morning’s story was about a monk who found a feather. He held onto it for years like it meant something. Then a storm came, washed it away, and he realized it never really did. That’s what stuck with me. How easy it is to place importance of something just because it’s been around. Whether it’s stuff, plans, or ideas. And how hard it can be to let it go, even when it’s clearly time. I’ve never been much for holding on to physical things. Clutter stresses me out. But I still...