William was named for William the Conqueror, and he’s always done his best to live up to his dominant name. As a kitten, he was domineering and as an adult, he’s usually the one who the others quietly defer to. I guess he’s about 12 years old now, but I don’t recall exactly. He’s still confident and curious, and he’s determined to eventually figure out why I hold my iPhone up to him like this so frequently. This picture is from earlier this week. If you missed it before, here’s William’s story.

What if emotional baggage we carry isn’t really our core issue?
There are times we need to quit; what do you need to quit today?