Well, hello Tuesday. It doesn’t much feel like a Tuesday, not that I’m totally sure what a Tuesday should feel like, but it is, according to all available sources, Tuesday.
I have been off managing the changing nature of life, and it’s interesting how that goes. You find a bend in the road, and you take it, and you follow it up and down and around again, and sometimes you end up somewhere entirely new, and sometimes you end up exactly where you started. If it’s that second one, would you still take the path again?
It’s a challenging question. On the one hand, there is the scenery you might not have otherwise seen, the different perspective on the landscape, the tiny clump of flowers nestled into a fallen log that otherwise would have gone on being lovely to itself and only itself. There are the birds you wouldn’t have heard chirp; the breeze that wouldn’t have smelled the same if you just stayed put where you were in the first place.
But on the other hand, there is a sense of fruitlessness when you wind up back at the beginning, no real progress made, everything the same as it was. A frustration at progress that wasn’t really progress at all; just a needless circle.
So which one is it? The path that leads back to the beginning, or never venturing out onto the path at all?
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