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empathy
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My Life as a Worry Stone
Now, it seems like every morning I sit down in front of the computer I second guess myself. I wonder if I have already written down the ideas that are bouncing around my head. I am sure I have. My life is all about repeating myself (and maybe repeating what’s handed down in DNA somehow?).…
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Playing Against the Fear
The conscious physical restraint has restrained me creatively. I wonder what one would observe comparing film clips of my work before and after the Corona restrictions. If I would seem “normal” now. In the classroom, in the conference room: now sitting across the table and down one seat to measure out a meter.
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The Wisdom of Old Men, And
After a glass of wine, my inner critic no longer tells me I need to get the answers right. After a glass of wine, she actually sounds a lot like Dorothy Parker – ’cause when she’s tipsy she sides with me, and turns on everyone else.
