It’s easy for me to be humble after I’m proven wrong, but much harder before that moment, when I could choose to adjust instead of being forced to,
It’s easy for me to be humble after I’m proven wrong, I show it in front of others once it feels earned, but the truer version appears in private and asks if I ever really knew what I thought I did,
It’s easy for me to be humble after I’m proven wrong, though the moments I feel most certain are often the ones where my quiet distortions are shaping what I can’t see,
How would I show up differently in my next conversation if I made space for what I might be missing, rather than what I already plan to say,
It’s easy for me to be humble after I’m proven wrong, I am managing or a correction I am making for the sake of appearances but the most accurate instrument I have for actually understanding anything that is more complex than what I already knew before I arrived at the door of it...
Wisdom has been unfolding for me through the places I was wrong, not always been grateful for those deliveries because it tends to be uncomfortable, immediate, and public in ways I did not prepare to receive gracefully,
Wisdom has been unfolding for me through the places where I made mistakes, from the path I had confidently chosen, this journey has been a stark contrast to the swift decisions I had made and deemed complete,
Wisdom has been unfolding for me through the places where I made mistakes, these experiences have taught me that wisdom often comes when I least expect it, where I was least curious and not the most certain,
If I look at the areas of my life where I am currently most confident and ask myself honestly where the curiosity went and when I stopped asking, the space where the wondering used to live before the certainty moved in and made itself comfortable,
Wisdom has been arriving for me through the places I was wrong, and I am slowly learning to receive it with something closer to gratitude than defensiveness, I am trying to shorten the time between the first response and the second, more honest one...
I’ve been choosing what fills my days without questioning the conditioning it creates, I wonder what it’s training me to recognize and what it discourages me from seeing, and whether it’s refining my perception or repeating old beliefs,
I’ve been choosing what fills my days without questioning the standards I have already set for myself in what I already care about that would ask me to care about something I have not yet considered,
I’ve been choosing what fills my days without questioning it, it’s discernment in managing my comfortable routine, but it also requires me to reconsider the shape of what I think I’m building when something unexpected comes my way,
What input have I been avoiding on purpose because it’s uncomfortable, not because it’s bad for the work, it’s uncomfortable when it shows me something true I haven’t acted on,
I’ve been choosing what fills my days without questioning the range of what I am capable of and the understanding that I can afford to lose if what I am trying to make is anything more than the thing I already know how to make...
The internal measure I use to determine what deserves my attention, is from everything I’ve encountered, been moved by, and deemed significant, and is almost entirely unprepared to recognize greatness that manifests in an unfamiliar form,
The internal measure I use to determine what deserves my attention, and those choices keep shaping that same measure, so unless I challenge it I’ll keep selecting what fits and calling it a high standard,
The internal measure I use to determine what deserves my attention has become less precise over the years, I’ve been too tired, too defensive, or too certain to let anything in that might alter my own perspective,
What was the last thing that recalibrated my internal measure, showing me a level of quality, depth, or honesty I hadn’t reached, did I let it change my self-standard or just admire it from a distance before reverting to my standard methods,
The internal measure I use to choose what deserves my attention is the instrument that sets my range, and it is not refined by certainty but by the courage to face what is better even if it’s undetermined but still allowing it to raise me beyond what I’ve been settling for…
Watchwords:
Humility hardest to find when I am most certain,
Wrong in the territory where I least expected it,
Curating toward what confirms what I already believed,
Admiring the recalibration without changing my standard,
The measure develops by exposure not by deciding...
Here is Tikatarot, who dares you to answer the question, “Who am I?”..
As and will always be reminding you to dream:
