I know the pieces fit, 'cause I watched them fall away...
...fundamental differing...
The world feels strangely tilted today, or at least the path I thought I was on has been re-paved and re-directed. I'm not sure. Perhaps the dangers of fully engaging my mind in whatever I'm working on in any given moment aren't really dangers at all, but the inevitable and highly productive by-products of intense and intentional focus. Perhaps I have sold myself short in that regard; perhaps I treat my mind with more care than I ought, and I should trust it more thoroughly. Perhaps I have insulated myself too thoroughly, too effectively.
I have, no doubt, given the flesh a great deal of consideration. And where I thought I was doing right, I have committed a grave offense against the mind.
...I've done the math enough to know the dangers of our second guessing...
It's not so much that I'm second-guessing as I am...reconsidering. Re-evaluating. Encouraging what is dynamic, what promotes growth. Re-integrating the disparate parts of the Self which have been scattered, and maybe even broken a little, at the worst, and/or cracked at the least. But certainly salvageable, always salvageable. It just takes a little work.
...to bring the pieces back together, to rediscover communication...
So: no more SACS meetings for me! Which, I'll admit, makes me a little sad. A lot of really awesome ideas came out of those meetings, as well as a better understanding of where the campus is moving, which is in a good direction.
A little bit of insight from U2: I've been trying to feel complete again
Weekend: good times. Rest. Have to get my music-laced, word-oriented, wind-connected solitude in now, rather than trying later. Y'all have a lovely day!
The world feels strangely tilted today, or at least the path I thought I was on has been re-paved and re-directed. I'm not sure. Perhaps the dangers of fully engaging my mind in whatever I'm working on in any given moment aren't really dangers at all, but the inevitable and highly productive by-products of intense and intentional focus. Perhaps I have sold myself short in that regard; perhaps I treat my mind with more care than I ought, and I should trust it more thoroughly. Perhaps I have insulated myself too thoroughly, too effectively.
I have, no doubt, given the flesh a great deal of consideration. And where I thought I was doing right, I have committed a grave offense against the mind.
...I've done the math enough to know the dangers of our second guessing...
It's not so much that I'm second-guessing as I am...reconsidering. Re-evaluating. Encouraging what is dynamic, what promotes growth. Re-integrating the disparate parts of the Self which have been scattered, and maybe even broken a little, at the worst, and/or cracked at the least. But certainly salvageable, always salvageable. It just takes a little work.
...to bring the pieces back together, to rediscover communication...
So: no more SACS meetings for me! Which, I'll admit, makes me a little sad. A lot of really awesome ideas came out of those meetings, as well as a better understanding of where the campus is moving, which is in a good direction.
A little bit of insight from U2: I've been trying to feel complete again
Weekend: good times. Rest. Have to get my music-laced, word-oriented, wind-connected solitude in now, rather than trying later. Y'all have a lovely day!