Neovim Again
After almost 5 years of using Vscode, I am again seriously giving Neovim a shot.
A bunch of folks in my immediate circle use Neovim which was the main trigger for this.
After almost 5 years of using Vscode, I am again seriously giving Neovim a shot.
A bunch of folks in my immediate circle use Neovim which was the main trigger for this.
The recent post about hypomnemata, gave me a lot to think about this.
This post came at a time when I am trying to get into mediation. I've been quite regular at this and the idea of looking a principle to ruminate on while meditating is new.
This is a series of follow-ups after the ManasluCircuit2025
Date: 8th May, 2025 (I am posting this after almost a year)
I ran the Sinhagad Epic Trail - 30K on June 27th. This is the second trail run under my name. My First Trail Run was the datum, which was quite decent in my opinion (as far as datums go).
The experience at Sinhagad Epic Trail was markedly different.
A good friend said this to me when I was afraid of failing.
He followed it up with the pigeons in the park are free; you can just take them home.
Lets write a series of statements; all of which are true. One of these statements is unideal and that can be fixed. Try to spot it:
One fine day, I find myself invited to a meteor-shower viewing trip. The details were still undecided but it would involve a bike ride of about 100 kilometres one way. In order to view a meteor shower, we need to get out of the city-light-pollution.
I took some time to confirm my plans. I was getting the pre-trip cold-feet when a friend kindly stepped up and helped me navigate those (thank you). Now that I had committed to the trip, I decided that I would carry my coffee-making equipment on the trip because why not!! It turned out to be a good idea.
Because of reasons which are too private, I find myself in a hospital. I am ok; I am here for someone else.
Hospitals are places of waiting (amongst other things) and I think I am good at it. The lack of information does bother me at times.
I have always struggled with not belonging to any particular place. As far back as I can remember, I recall this uncanny feeling. The feeling can be best described as the feeling when you stand at a bus stand that is the middle of your journey.
You are not at your destination and you are not at your source as well. You are in-between (as Viktor put it ;-) ). You can not unpack your bags and sit down for a while because the next bus might be just around the corner. So you just end up staying there, waiting for the bus to arrive; your feet hurt, the shoulders feel the weight of the bag and you are most likely hungry and you have to use the restroom as well.