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In 11 days I'm going to venture into an experiment to see if I can move my ass out of this rut/crevasse I've fallen into. Right now it feels like the Marianas (sp?) trench. Inescapable. Uncomfortable, but familiar and defined by physical and mental limitations. Much depends on whether I actually made it into the class I want to take called Brain Dance about the study of movement on the brain. One enduring passion of my adult life has been psychology, particularly the study of the brain and how it's physical components interact with and influence what appears to be the mere mental components.
My hopes, as usual, feel like my eyes are bigger than my stomach as my mama used to say. But the way I feel right now is that if I walk away with just one really useful insight, then it will be worth the time, money, and effort. Besides, I have to do something new. One of the definitions of insanity is when we continue to do the same thing over and over, but expect different results.
My hopes, as usual, feel like my eyes are bigger than my stomach as my mama used to say. But the way I feel right now is that if I walk away with just one really useful insight, then it will be worth the time, money, and effort. Besides, I have to do something new. One of the definitions of insanity is when we continue to do the same thing over and over, but expect different results.
hopeful