A Past Love
Last week I found myself back in New York, for the first time since leaving abruptly in March 2020, and I was scared to go back.
My public journal where I share weekly reflections on how I’m unlearning.
Last week I found myself back in New York, for the first time since leaving abruptly in March 2020, and I was scared to go back.
When I know that something is temporary, my tolerance for it appears to increase.
To see, want or expect only what I desire is to collect one-sided coin, except that one-sided coins do not exist.
Change feels hard. Change feels scary. Change feels unsafe.
For a long time, I naively believed that once my current desires were fulfilled, I would feel happier, or that my life would be better.
In every situation I am faced with, especially those with the unknown, I can choose to respond with fear or belief.
Along my journey through life, there are many moments when fear arises, usually associated with some unknown.
Like water, when my mind is directed in a single direction, it becomes powerful.
Living in a different country, continent and culture over the past few weeks has both inspired me and challenged me in unexpected ways.
Ten days ago, I booked a one-way ticket to a new country and continent.
It is easy for me to see only one side of a coin. To see the other side would require the effort to pick up the coin in my hand and turn it.
It mattered less about where we were, what we ate or what we did, but rather who we were with and how we were with each other
A little while ago, I booked a one-way ticket, packed a suitcase and left.
When I reflect on my life in chapters, each chapter has been defined by a primary motivation that I had been in pursuit of life.
I recently decided to get a car and found the process to make a decision surprisingly difficult.
Fear generally has a negative association with it. Our culture encourages me to become fearless, to conquer fear and to not talk about fear.
Now that in person connection has restarted in many places, I am curious about how the chemistry of connection will change for all of us.
While I am a neat and tidy person, my parents are not.
My currency in life is inspiration.
This is a question of knowing versus thinking. The pursuit of intelligence is a pursuit of learning.
There is a desire that I often feel to let go of the bird in my hand, in the hope that there will be two in the bush waiting for me.
Many decisions, big and small, will be made over the next few months that will influence the direction of my life over the next few years.
This morning while on a walk with my father, I asked him innocently ‘how are you similar to your parents?’.
To know what it is that I uniquely believe does not come automatically. It is much simpler to figure out what I should believe.