My nephew moved in with us a few months ago, all the way from a Pyrenean idyll in the south of France. It’s really interesting seeing someone discover Edinburgh, it reminds me of all the compromises we’ve made along the way as well as the rewards of the move. It’s also interesting living with a ‘new’ person full-time. It holds a mirror up to everyone’s personalities and quirks and asks whether you’ll each change or grow the things about yourself that are suddenly more visible. Mostly, it feels like an excellent challenge.
Triple-thinking is (to me);
- Thinking about something and failing to make a decision.
- Thinking about the something again then making a decision that’s carried out with rumbling uneasiness.
- Regretting the decision and thinking about how I should have done it differently.
It’s an inefficient cycle I started at a time when high stress collided with an enforced period of time on my hands and in my brain, resulting in diluted mental acuity.
I worried too much about being wrong rather than being. Now I get more head space for doing.