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Curious Questions #16 & 17: What’s Your Word for 2022 and Can You Help with Mine?

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Diana by Prof. George Sturm

Last year, I wrote a post about a friend who chooses a word for the new year instead of making resolutions. I love this idea and for the past few years, I’ve done the same. Last year, my word was explore and I must say my year lived up to my word.

I discovered a number of new hiking and biking trails and took a great solo trip to explore Door County, WI–a place I’d always wanted to visit.

I’ve also spent a lot of time this year exploring meditation on my own and in a group setting. Both have proved to be quite beneficial and rewarding.

And I’ve been exploring another platform for my writing and have posted a number of articles there. Needless to say, in exploring that site I’ve been neglecting this one. It’s been hard to keep up with both.

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A Curious Question #15: Do intentions matter and if so, to whom?

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I heard a story about intentions the other day that went something like this:

On a busy intersection, an elderly woman struggles to cross the street. A man walks by and sees her. He wants to help, so he offers his assistance and she crosses the street safely.

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When Sorrow Shifts to Anger

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Back in September, I wrote a post about times when I get tugged back into an old familiar pain. It could be triggered by a photo I see on social media or by meeting someone who reminds me of someone who’s caused me hurt. Something about the photo or the person tugs me back into an old familiar pain. I feel a sting and a wave of grief washes over me.

A painful event happened this weekend that in the past would have caused a wave of sorrow. But this time, what I felt was anger. What I saw caused me to raise both middle fingers in the air, which were accompanied by several slightly audible f-bombs.

I should note, I didn’t express this to the person directly. I ducked into the bathroom first.

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