The ammunition that fed the war between my mind (aka ego) and my heart (aka soul) were the voices that live constantly in my bones.
Author: Cǎtǎ Gǎrdescu
I am a connector, a lover of all things beautiful and a fighter when things get hard. I try each day to live truthfully, learn as much as I possibly can and push myself in the right directions. I am learning to trust my gut and my instincts and embrace uncertainty.
Voices – a belated Children’s Day message
My inner voices continue to be my Achilles’ heel and set me back when I least expect it.
Mental health month should be every month …
The dip, just like a circle in the water, starts getting larger and larger until it engulfs my entire being. And, snap! Just like that, I am in a different dimension: on the outside of my life looking in.
Getting a seat at the table is awesome! But is anything happening there?
I have always viewed the ascension to leadership, management or board level as the move from a country road to the highway: now I get to actually do things, affect change, move from ideas into action. Now is the time to learn and better myself and, more importantly, make a difference!
Lesson of the day: the words “I matter” need not be followed by a “because”
When people around me ask what is next, I smile and I speak of a future that is exciting and free. But deep down I am very scared. Of nobody else but myself.
Life is about choices. Judgment too. But mostly choices.
“You’re one to talk, you work in a multinational company and you have a really high salary! You are privileged!” I don’t know if it was my woman nature, my metastasized imposter syndrome or the surprise of the interaction that my first reaction to this was shame: “I do have such privilege!”
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