Taking my shot at describing, capturing for future, further access, what I learned this week—whether I really understood it, or not.
week 09 2013, scaffolding city 217
 the same
Everything you do is the same, is the same thing. May as well do it the same way. What way would you choose then?
It doesn't worry me as much as it used to, to be the adult in the room. Though, I think I'm using the same sense of responsibility as I had at 10 years old. Doesn't feel any different.
 the air
Once when I was in someone's small, private plane, I really felt it, that nothing is holding you in the air. How pointless it was to grip the armrests when turbulence hit. How I hadn't considered the air, much less the pilot or the plane.