Distance and leisure gives a person sober eyes. The scene seems a little less cluttered, the way seems visible a little further. I have been attending classes for the past 50 days. Classrooms usually leave some elbow room for imagination. The speaker addresses the general audience and there are hardly any specific responsibilities. So sitting in class today, I was taking stock of myself.
Health: Fit but not robust
Wealth: No cheer there
Career Prospects: Comfortable
Marriage: Solid
Not a bad square to be in. But from here, where do I want to go? That was not very obvious. Hence the thought of recording the next hundred days' experiences here. Decisions are tough without analysis. Analysis is vague without data. So for empirical reasons, we start the 'One hundred pages of personal observations', shall we call it? Or 'diary' will also do. Except it is out in cyber space. Not a very cosy choice for a diary to be out parading in public.
Nevertheless, the journal of a hundred entries begins with the first one.
Ciao.
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