Tag: reflection
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At the Age of 40
The other day was a special anniversary for me. It’s the day I took the last exam of my Bachelor’s of Science program. A few days later, I walked across a stage and was handed an empty (if impressive) folder. A few weeks after that, the most expensive piece of paper I’ve ever owned showed…
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Tempus Fugit
I’m back to chasing the cursor. Once, it was the blank page that challenged me, waiting for the graphite or ink to be spread over it in symbols that could be sounded out into meaningful patterns. Now, it’s the cursor flying across the screen, sometimes backward to correct an errant finger, but mostly onward, ever…