Note: Background images in December 2002 and January 2003 journal entries are selected from Frances Ku's collection of her original watercolours.
My life is like...
It's our tenth and final class for the course "Introduction to Neuro Linguistic Programming." We ended with the same exercise we started on the first day, but with a lot more insight.
My life is like, one student said, a butterfly. A mother of two, she doesn't need to work. But she feels she's just floating. Perhaps she is in her comfort zone.
My life is like, a human resources officer said, a crossroad. The two roads behind her are job and relationship. These are the same roads ahead of her.
A physicist-trained engineer said that her life is like her car. She can be driving smoothly along, but ultimately it always breaks down.
The only male student in the class reiterated that his life is like a flower. He is still learning and still growing.
What did I say? My life is like a kaleidoscope. There are so many pieces but they are all there. But every time you turn it, you see a different pattern. It keeps changing. And I keep reinventing myself.
2 December 2002 Monday
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