Thursday, January 29, 2004

Once upon a time I would bridle at someone calling me an idiot. But having seen a bit more of the world and recognising that I'm not the font of all (or even some) wisdom, I'm as likely to call myself an idiot as get upset when others think I am.

It's a strange thing. Recognising one's own limitations and foibles - what has been called not taking yourself too seriously - is oddly liberating.

I am pleased to have grown up that wee bit more.