Networks, networked, networking

I am here. Moving. Discussing. Thinking. Planning. Doing. Saying. Creating. Fun having. Being.

The eye blinks, like the shutter on a camera and transposes an image on the retina. It does this at regular intervals otherwise we would suffer coginitive overload. Each blink allows the brain a brief respite in order that we can process that information in some way. Each blink, creates a moment. Each moment collects to create an experience.

I’m in a meeting. We’re talking about something. It’s useful in some way. I choose to be present. I listen and hear what’s being said. This group I’m with are a temporary network I’m connected to. Time will move on, and tomorrow that network either remains useful or becomes redundant.

I’ve been doing things today. It’s the end of the day and when it’s time to rest, allow the brain to make sense of those things and of those thoughts. The networks that are in there are either reinforced and strenghtened, or new ones are being created. The new ones may need more time to develop and become strong.

I’ve been talking to people. They move me. They push me. They provoke me. They please me. They pull me. They stand with me. They argue with me.

Those conversations are important. They help me feel. They help me connect. They help me survive. They help me thrive. They help me exist. They help me switch off. They help me progress.

What happened to my network? What happened to what I knew? Has it changed? Is it the same? Where do I seek support? Where do I seek comfort in practice? That anxiety is because my brain is telling me this will be hard. I can feel that. I can experience that. My gut is all twisted into knots of stuff.

Something sparks. It sparks and it creates a flame. The flame grows and it becomes a fire. The fire burns and it envelopes. The fire dies to its embers.

I’m on a road. I’m on a train. I’m walking a path. I’m in my house. I’m following a routine. It plays out and I’m somewhere. I know I’m here, but do I know what happened?

When did I stop to hear? Did I see that thing? What experience did I have? Did it matter?

I’ve created a new connection. I’ve been part of a network. I’ve found meaning in a conversation.

Networks, networked, networking.

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Sukh Pabial

I'm an occupational psychologist by profession and am passionate about all things learning and development, creating holistic learning solutions and using positive psychology in the workforce.

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