I am coming along with my standing practice, though I tend to overdo it and have to stop for a day or two, but it has been tremendously exciting. I am writing a progress report about it all, and I was stunned to read what I wrote back in September and October. I seemed utterly mad at the time and not now. I could barely recognize myself in what I wrote.
As I said in my report,
I can barely remember what I was three months ago. Not because of stupefying changes happening all at once, but due to a series of deceptively minor course corrections that added up to a major shift in my life, as I read through my diaries from August and September.