This might be cliché, but I don’t care: I’m not where I want to be but I’m glad I’m not where I used to be. Revising philosophies isn’t as scary as it used to be. (There’s one thing I fear more than anything else.) I’d like to believe that I’ve been changing my mind for the better. Sometimes I look back at things I’ve done and who I was, and wonder, “What was I thinking?”. I hope this is a good sign of maturing.