The Inbetweeners

I tend to write the posts while I am at Church. Partly because it keeps me awake and alert, subsequently sparing my family the embarrassment and God the dishonour of my falling asleep at my post. But mostly because, at its core, church is a time for introspection and reflection in a community of like-minded people who can hold you accountable. Now, while I may not share their beliefs, I do benefit from the introspective and reflective culture that has been cultivated. So, today I write this in Church and I find myself writing to prevent the former, rather than engage with the latter. I have nothing to say about my week. Was I anxious? Yup, but how is that new? It continues to manifest in the same ways and impact my life in the same ways. What lessons did I learn? Perhaps those who proclaim their power the loudest, often have the least amount of power. To quote Tywin Lannister, "Any man who says 'I am King' is no true king at all." True power, desires to perpetuate its...

The working title for this post is "Falalalala Lala La La." For no other reason than, that this phrase represents a sort of release of musical tension. Without needing to write the preceding words, the song, if you are familiar with it, started playing in your head; almost subconsciously. Not only does this demonstrate hermeticism in action, as I have changed your reality, albeit minutely, but it provides a lovely framing device for what I want to talk about today. It has been a tense week. I started a new job and had to check imposter syndrome rearing its ugly head as I tried to learn from a place of neutrality, not defensiveness (because imposter syndrome makes me feel like I don't belong or I am undeserving, I get defensive). In so doing, I learned something about myself and the way I operate in the world; ideas and their abstract applications fascinate me. It is far more interesting to discuss how Schrodinger's cat is both dead and alive, and the philosophical ...