The process of personal growth is messy, and sometimes we make the same mistakes over and over, a discussion around one of my favourite poems: Autobiography in Five Short Chapters by Portia Nelson. 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 takes me forever to find a way out. 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. I walk down the same street. There is a 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. I walk down the same street.There is a deep hole in the sidewalk. I walk around it. I walk d ...