Journaling
I’ve been told to journal. And I can’t seem to think of anything.
Did I mention my boss’ journals in a 5-column excel spreadsheet. (tsk tsk.. consultants..)
As such, let me share some dialogue that appear to be stuck in my head.
“Would you tell me, please, which way I ought to go from here?”
“That depends a good deal on where you want to get to,” said the Cat.
“I don’t much care where—” said Alice.
“Then it doesn’t matter which way you go,” said the Cat.
“—so long as I get SOMEWHERE,” Alice added as an explanation.
“Oh, you’re sure to do that,” said the Cat, “if you only walk long enough.”
“But I don’t want to go among mad people,” Alice remarked.
“Oh, you can’t help that,” said the Cat: “we’re all mad here. I’m mad. You’re mad.”
“How do you know I’m mad?” said Alice.
“You must be,” said the Cat, “or you wouldn’t have come here.”
“Who are YOU?” said the Caterpillar.
This was not an encouraging opening for a conversation. Alice replied, rather shyly, “I—I hardly know, sir, just at present— at least I know who I WAS when I got up this morning, but I think I must have been changed several times since then.”
“I’ve believed as many as six impossible things before breakfast.”
Alice laughed. “There’s no use trying,” she said: “one can’t believe impossible things.”
“I daresay you haven’t had much practice,” said the Queen. “When I was your age, I always did it for half-an-hour a day. Why, sometimes I’ve believed as many as six impossible things before breakfast.”
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What do I do now? I’m losing my mind!
“Have I gone mad?” exclaimed the Mad Hatter.
“I’m afraid so. You’re entirely bonkers. But I’ll tell you a secret. All the best people are.” Alice assured.
Digression: My sister’s favourite quote would be -
The Red Queen: I need a pig here!
The Red Queen: I love a warm pig belly for my aching feet.
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Do you feel thoroughly confused?
That’s what it feels like inside my head right now.
