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Permission to Act with insufficient intel

I've recently experienced a transition. I've been asked about this recent decision I made. When I answered "I'm still working it through" I realised it was OK not to have it all figured out before you make a move.  Sometimes the figuring it out comes in the moving.

I grew up believing certain things, many are like me in this way of processing things. Others grow up not thinking about anything at all. And then life hands out some experiences that make you question why you believe what you believe. Why do you believe what you believe? Why do you do what you do? Have you ever changed your mind after having walked a path for as long as you remember? How did you arrive at the change?

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  1. Unknown1 January 2017 at 10:49

    I think it depends on the decision. Some, you BETTER know your ish backwards.. Others have more leeway. I think knowing which is which is a good space to be in.

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