Sitting in meetings is the single hardest aspect of my job. Sitting, listening the rapid exchange of Korean dialog about students I know well and curricula I have opinions on, quickly evolves into a difficult exercise in quiet restraint and acceptance of a state of unknowing, in the face of the unbearable desire to be in control and have my strong ideas heard.
Yesterday, it occurred to me that it becomes exactly like a moment of sitting in quiet meditation, while resisting reacting to a fly walking across my face.
Yesterday, walking to work in a snowstorm, I took this "selfie" while waiting for a green light to cross the street at one spot.
I look old. Or at the least, cold.
I like snow, though.
[daily log (1130 pm): walking, 5 km]