Lindsey & Driftwood
Lindsey Lindsey
Driftwood Driftwood
Driftwood Driftwood
Do you ever think deadlines are just waves we ride, not cliffs we climb?
Lindsey Lindsey
I see them as cliffs, not waves, because I’m all about scaling the peak and getting the view before I set my sights on the next summit.
Driftwood Driftwood
Cliffs feel like promises, don’t they? Just one handhold before the next horizon; but sometimes the wind in a cliff‑side canyon feels more like a tide—steady, inevitable, pulling you back. Either way, keep your feet on the rock and your heart in the sea.
Lindsey Lindsey
Exactly. I keep my feet planted and let the wind push me, not pull me. The horizon never lags, so I keep moving forward.
Driftwood Driftwood
Sounds like you’re riding the wind itself, not just a wave. Keep that horizon in your eyes and let the wind be your map. 🌊🏔️
Lindsey Lindsey
Got it—eyes on the horizon, wind in my sails, always pushing toward the next big thing.
Driftwood Driftwood
Just remember the sea has its own rhythm, even when you’re chasing peaks. Let the wind whisper, and the horizon remind you that the next big thing is only a tide away.
Lindsey Lindsey
Thanks, I’ll keep my ears open to the sea’s pulse while I lock onto the next summit.