A tale of how in the last ten weeks I have learned that making plans is a mix of art and science, and that we must accept that planning requires making choices that allow us to move forward, and in choosing we are compromising.
Read. Write. Live.
A few months ago I read that writing was thinking. I was very much in agreement with the whole article, and I still am. But I now see it much more clearly. In my quest to build this habit of writing every Friday I have felt what I had just rationally understood back when I read the piece. Let me share my realization.
Home
Home, the physical space, and the people, animals and plants in it, are my safe place. There is so much that happens within these walls.
On happiness, discipline and indulgence
This is yet the most difficult of all writing Fridays. Unlike the previous ones, there is no draft, there is no specific topic, and there is no flow of words and ideas coming through my mind faster than I can type. There are no specific questions I can research on books or articles. More specifically,... Continue Reading →
The more I travel, the more of you I see in me.
It is Friday night in Seoul. Nine thirty-eight, to be precise. We could be out enjoying the night life of which there is plenty here, but we are both tired, and we have enjoyed the day enough already. Instead, we are back in our hotel room. I write. Luis rests. In a way, I am... Continue Reading →
Escape to Explore
Exploration consists of five practices like thinking, sleeping, and defining a criteria for selectiveness. The purpose of these is to discern the vital few from the trivial many.