Every day, I remember the stories I told myself. Some were quite entertaining, some silly, some irrelevant, and some very difficult. But many moments had their value even though they challenged me more than I would have preferred. That doesn’t make them necessary, indeed.

Whatever happened, there is no point in avoiding the simple fact that I need to take responsibility for what is on my plate right now. My task ahead is what I should do. It might not be fair. It might not be correct. But it is what is up.

I don’t ever wanna feel like I did that day.

Before engaging, I could play around to see if there was any way to avoid doing my work. I know, though, that this never helped and just created even more issues, which quickly repeated multiple times.

I hope I am a bit smarter next time.

Still, a man hears what he wants to hear.

Are my opinions founded or not? Or is this just another excuse to reject myself?

If I recall my prior judgments, it is pretty hurtful to summon them again. My ideas were flawed, and yet I was confident. Maybe I could learn from this and not create such a solid definition of what I see and what I think I understand.

I could be more flexible, for sure. And I should listen more.

Guess who just got back today?

Maybe this place is not as awful as I thought. There are things I took for granted that others would long for. Sure, something could be improved, but have I progressed from an incomplete position or a gentle view of what I have done already?

I am not unique in this regard, as everyone might return to where they came from. And if I only knew that we could all meet there, in all our beautiful differences and sameness, I guess that everyone could enjoy joining me with this intention.

You are always welcome.