These entries often ruminate on the time required for me to arrive at some personal explanation for a reasonably simple observation. Perhaps that means there is more for me to learn about life than I am willing to admit, or maybe it demonstrates the useless book learnin’ for which as a kid I was called out by friends. (Hint: I don’t give a shit about that anymore.)

Nevertheless, it’s always surprising to me how much value there is in persistent re-examination of a single subject. With the exception of relationships and family, in the past I was pretty much one and done with every endeavor, so this kind of concentration is new.

Sure, some things like rocks don’t change. Others evolve so slowly we can’t perceive its growth.

Yet this doesn’t even consider our own internal development, so nearly imperceptible without external feedback that we struggle for its awareness.

Even though I can’t really tell, clearly the thing I call “me” changes all the time. So does my perspective. At least through such new open-mindedness to this admission I can focus more on that reality.