Good morning. Up before dawn. It was a dark and stormy night and it’s a dark and stormy predawn morning. Well, gentle rain. I wouldn’t call this a storm.
Who am I and what is my right place?
Right place? More and more it seems to mean me just sitting and injecting an extraordinary amount of time to finding clarity.
Prune away noise, find a path.
Interestingly I have made repeated forays into the thicket of semi-organized files on my laptop. It’s too easy to save, too easy to tell myself “I will organize it later.” Now I am cleaning, deleting, organizing, de-duping.
It may have something to do with the Last Standing challenge, now at 80 days and 7/159 participation. I’m still standing.
Slower. Clearer. Confidenter. (Sic). More willing to visibly judgmental.
Not afraid that I will be harmed if I discard something. A wrong path clearly defined and confidently pursued is not wrong. It is a method for eliciting useful information.
Not afraid of discarding physical items. Keepsakes, even.