Is a Change as Good as a Rest?
“Change: To become different or undergo alteration”
To coin an English phrase, I went on a ‘jolly’ today. I was sent by work to a meeting that took place somewhere else. Waiting for the train, I felt like a child released from school for a school trip. I very nearly wriggled in my seat with excitement.
As I sat on the train, I started thinking about change. Starting this new site has already made me look at the world in a different way. Thinking a lot about the implications of questioning what we believe to be true, I have begun to question everything and it has been a little bit frightening. Today in the train for the first time I wondered why. Why is it so exciting to go on holiday or have a day away from normal, and so scary to change small things like what we are willing to eat, or how we are going to behave? Why was it exciting for me to go to a strange city and spend the day with a bunch of strangers, but scary for me to tell you what I am thinking or to question my fear of the dark? On paper, those things are so small, how have I made them into such mountains?
When do we choose what we are afraid of? And is it possible to choose when we are not going to be afraid anymore?








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