Relapsing into obstinacy…

Giving up doesn’t sit well with me and my car wiring attempts were supposed to be canceled and totally forgotten, but that wasn’t to be. 

They came back with a vengeance and a few days ago I had the hatch and portion of the roof of my daughter’s car taken apart to route a pesky camera wire, connect it to the car circuit and after a series of stop-and-go operation, including the impressive help from AI, I made it work or the all circuitry was kind enough to make me believe I had succeeded. 

The second I pulled the lever into reverse, the screen showed the picture of what was behind me. This, of course, was the result of my obstinacy interspersed with regular breaks, each one of them germinating the seeds of my goal. This evokes a disciplined yet humane rhythm, a form of persistence tempered by rest and perhaps fueled by my regular moments of mediation. 

The creative solutions that I get that way suggest fruitful outcomes from that rhythm in which each idea is not just solving a problem, but nurturing a deeper aspiration. Another way to explain this might be to say, “From the rhythm of my obstinacy, softened by regular pauses, creative solutions emerge, each quietly germinating the seed of a goal yet to bloom.” I like that.