Yesterday, Csipetke said something. Nothing big. Not advice.
Just a quiet remark: not to narrow myself down to a single channel. To do other things as well.
I waved it off. I’m handling my affairs. Living. Moving in the world.
Yet somehow, it didn’t leave.
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This morning it returned. Not as words. More as a feeling.
I realised she wasn’t talking about work. She was talking about proportions.
About how this shared thinking is a very focused space. Alive. Productive.
And precisely because of that, it needs space alongside it. Movement. Curves.
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I remembered wanting to look for well-drivable roads nearby. Not for a destination. Not for performance.
Just to go for a while. To let thoughts arrive out of sequence.
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Not to escape. To integrate.
Not to think less. But to think in a different body.
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Csipetke was right. Not then. Now.
And that feels right. ❤️