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The Circle of Donuts

Missy Glauch wrote this post.

Friends,
I will continue with Kelsey’s thought that you only get one chance to make a first impression.  Today is my first day to write a donut blog while our friend and colleague, J.P., is with his family in Ecuador.  I hope you enjoy what I have to say while enjoying a (not homemade, but store bought) donut.
While holding a donut and contemplating your first bite into this sweet delicacy have you ever thought of how its round shape with a hole in the middle relates to the circle of life.  You can hold the donut up to the sun and peer through the hole to realize that, “There is more to see than can ever be seen and more to do than can ever be done and more to find than can ever be found”[1].  Donuts bring us together every Friday, thanks to our colleague J.P., whose current locale may not be in the African savannas but does rival pride rock for scenery (refer to the picture he sent me below). Together we see all kinds of possibilities here at Windstream, we realize that our team can do more collaboratively than we thought possible but most importantly we find sprinkles of friendship that enrich our lives.  So, as you bite into your donut(s) today I wish you a day of Hakuna Matata in this circle of life.
1Elton John.  “Circle of Life.”  The Lion King, The Rocket Record Company, 1994.
TGIF!

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