Opinions change. Not all opinions, but many. Those that don’t change often shift or otherwise shape and reshape themselves. For this reason I often struggle with publishing my opinion, my current opinion. I challenge myself by doing it. Taking ownership of my present plateau just in time to soar off its edge and evolve into whatever is next. The published opinion is locked in. There, I’ve said it. And those who read it will likely see it as my forever belief, my way of seeing, my message, long after it changes. I accept that. I don’t mind contradicting myself as long as I believe it. This is not to say that I like being in constant flux, or that I like having my beliefs relentlessly crumbling. And I wholly dislike being wrong in most cases. But I do love being convinced of new ideas, being given new perspectives, enlightened and changed. Through out my life, these changes of attitude, these shifts in opinion and rebooting of my operating system, have worked like ladder rungs. And as I look back at my journey, they become mile posts, connecting the dots creates a map of my experience. A map that proves I am moving, that I have momentum, therefore, I am truly alive and living.