It was the middle of nowhere, South Africa. One of the unusual things about this place was how dark it was at night. We had no electricity (only a generator) and around 9 pm my grandfather, who got up with the sunrise, would turn off the generator. At that moment, no matter what you were doing, you were plunged into darkness. Deep darkness.
Mental rehearsal doesn’t do the work it promises to do. It doesn’t keep us safe. It doesn’t stop us from failing or accurately predict the future. It doesn’t control the outcome.
Choice is the birthplace of change, and these choices brought joy and a kind of connection to myself and others I had never experienced before.