What Do You Mean; To Be Human

     My late experiences of choosing to be more authentic have been fascinating, nerve-racking, and fulfilling, almost in equal measure. For example, this morning I had an aspy moment, and I told the girl I was working with that I wanted to stop hearing her complain, and we had a short moment of tension. I immediately apologized when I realized I was hurting her feelings, and the rest of the shift following this interaction was great! We got along, and I learned some new things about this person that helped me to appreciate her more as a person, while previously I disliked her, frankly due to her being kind of a shitty employee. By the end of this shift, I was in a better mood than I've been finding myself lately by pure nature, and on days I find myself facing similar kinds of challenges in how I relate to the people around me.       Later in this same day, when I pulled into the parking lot at my apartment building, as I walked from my car to the...

    I've restarted this post three times now under the same title, and it's because I couldn't stop myself from capitalizing my "I"s. I couldn't stop thinking about it. I've been trying to apply this new practice, a path of less resistance, trusting first, and listening. I know that anyone who ever reads this blog will be the kind of English speaker that knows "I" should be capitalized as a rule. This isn't my rule, and in fact it's a rule I disagree with, as described in this post . I find it absurd that one of the most widely spoken languages on Earth is the same that places extra emphasis on the importance of the individual, the speaker, the ego. On the other hand, I've heard it said that history is written by the winners, and it is my understanding that the best way to change a system is from within.      I dream of becoming a teacher, and I do my best to teach currently when given an opportunity. I really enjoy knowing what I...