Whenever there is a moment of inner turmoil, I learn new things about myself. Many of these are old lessons in a new form. But each time there is inner turmoil, it is a moment to introspect, a space to face my vulnerabilities and an invitation to garden the soul.
But how much should one indulge in the process of this self exploration? A few hours? days? months? or longer? At some point, reflection must give way to motion.
So today, I take that pause, chisel at my feelings, console the inner child and move forward as I continue to mould a new being.




