Last spring, a close friend expressed growing stress and anxiety over an undertaking yet to come. I asked her to write her stress and anxiety on a small, white card and sign it. I put the card in my wallet. A few weeks later, at semester’s end, I drove to the Sun Tunnels in northwestern Utah. I buried the card there. My friend completed her undertaking brilliantly.
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I’m glad this worked better than the thing about burying a St Christopher statue upside down in the yard when you’re selling a house.