2026 05 20
I’m still wandering down a dozen different paths these days. In reality, things will continue to be a struggle until I commit to one path and really nail the thing into the ground with steel stakes and wooden crossbars. Only then will the grand landscapes of the beyond become an opportunity. Of course, I could continue to wander for the rest of my days and be perfectly happy with it, but I need to acknowledge the costs associated with such a decision. Not deciding is also a decision.
Thank you for listening to my inner monologue with myself.
2026 04 27
A few weeks back, we decided to rank the seasons in order of our favorites. At the time, my list was:
Spring
Fall
Summer
Winter
Since then, my allergies have kicked into full gear and I would like to revisit and revise my Official List to this:
Fall
Summer
Winter
Spring
Jokes aside, I think this actually touches on an interesting point. I like to romanticize things based on their strongest properties. In my head at the time, I loved everything about spring: the rebirth and renewal, the return to life, growth, reintroduction of colors, plants, and animals; it’s a fresh start. In practice, however, spring is a sloppy mess and I can hardly function half the time because I’m congested.
I think this is a nice observation that I need to keep in mind when deciding on major life choices. Oftentimes, the efforts required aren’t worth the rewards.