Resolution or death.
That one held my hand through times of confusion. Whenever I feared the anxiety pit would swallow me whole it reminded me that, eventually, the problem would either be resolved or I would die. Since death is improbable, resolution is the almost certain future.
It is what it is.
That's my mother's.
When people show you who they are, believe them.
That's Kath's mother's.
It's hard to evolve in a vacuum.
That summarized my feelings at the end of the Galapagos stay.
Maybe these are not mottos, but then neither is UBC's "tuum est" (it is yours).
What will my next one be, I wonder.
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