So I recently found myself in a situation where I wasn’t quite sure what kind of courage I needed to show, or for what reason I needed to show the courage for.
Unfortunately I took the easy way out and kept quiet, neither fighting for myself nor others. And came to regret it, a little bit.
Learning in progress. Work in progress. Always in progress.
Quality improvement in progress.
Every once in a while, I go back to some old journals, and never fail to be amazed by what I find.
Did I really think that way? Did I really write these things?
It’s always a useful glimpse into the past, present, and even the future. Because I am then reminded that even this “mind”, which we think is our constant, this “me” that we think has always been consistent…
Are far from it.
And the journey of knowing and changing continues.
Off for the yearly retreat to be by the Arabian Sea.
Not exactly physically alone, but I suppose solitude is as much a state of mind as much as it is a physical state.
Because money is cheap, and time is expensive.
Earlier November. When it felt that time would not pass that quickly.
And it did.
Trying to wrap my head around this one.
Maybe not being so fixated on some things can help it naturally emerge better…