I recently re-discovered this poem, which I hadn’t seen in a while, which I get the biggest kick out of.  It’s written by Portia Nelson and a great reminder of just how challenging doing things differently can be.  Enjoy!

Autobiography in Five Short Chapters

I

I walk down the street.

There is a deep hole in the sidewalk. I fall in.

I am lost….I am helpless.

It isn’t my fault.

It take me forever to find a way out.

II

I walk down the same street.

There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.

I pretend I don’t see it.

I fall in again.

I can’t believe I am in the same place, but, it isn’t my fault.

It still takes a long time to get out.

III

I walk down the same street.

There is deep hole in the sidewalk.

I see it is there.

I still fall in…..it’s a habit.

My eyes are open, I know where I am.

It is my fault.

I get out immediately.

IV

I walk down the same street.

There is deep hole in the sidewalk.

I walk around it.

V

I walk down another street.