Being outside of a coffee shop, sitting on one of its tables, I imagined I could write a little and outline a blog post for a client, except that the tables are protected from the sun, it is the middle of December, and the weather feels like it is 43 degrees Fahrenheit.
The only thing on my mind while trying to finish a few items is the coldness of the air. Even as I’m writing this, I can feel how chilly my hands are getting.
I had thought I was clever by being outside where no one is sitting while everyone else stayed inside. But I realize my foolishness, especially now that I’m thinking of moving to a new location.
Yet my stubbornness prevents me from doing so.
Why is that? Why must I be so stubborn in moving to a new spot because I made a simple mistake? Am I concerned about how others will perceive me, even if in actuality nobody would care? Or is there something else to it that I am not considering?
In any case, I’ve fulfilled the task of writing this daily draft, and now I will move elsewhere while reflecting on this stubbornness of mine.
There is still much to learn about myself and the way I work.