I was only planning to do 2k because I still value my life, and I still have my sanity. First 500 meters was nerve-wracking, and I’m like, “what am I freaking doing with my life?”
That Mt. Arayat trip didn’t happen, no thanks to the rains, but what happened instead brought me to tears.
I decided to go slow today. This is my version of a “slow day”.
It dawns on me that change is two-way: one has to adjust as the other one evolves.
I’m not saying this because he’s my friend, but Vim has been doing a heck of a job. But he can’t do it alone.