The journey from a recent rendezvous, the catching up with friends, to one’s home, is to me, as welcome as it is unwelcome. Usually unwelcome…who wants to leave a good thing?

But somehow we think we must get on with things and indeed we decide, we must.

Nothing wrong with the choice…but the next time I do this I will avoid it being, or avoid using, the word “must” and make sure it is a choice…”I choose”.

Most important is my intent, my feeling, of course. But it is surprising how choosing words can actually make the action a choice and not a duty.

Aha! Grasshopper teaches the master.