On Monday of this week, my partner and I got married. Well … better to say, we came as close as the country we were born into would let us get to a legal union. My beautiful partner’s vows were: “This is my last will and testament.”
Any unrequited connection gives way to grief. Any open heart that is not welcomed in the same manner by another open heart will hurt for a while. But vulnerability is key to growth and so … we try, we fail and grieve and once we integrate our grief, we feel brave for trying and wiser for learning a lesson.
Many years ago, on a plane ride to somewhere (what great times … ), as I was reading Gary Chapman’s best seller The Five Languages
My drug of choice, work, is one that brings me praise and pats on the back that I am unable to give to myself in any meaningful way.
When the choice you have to make is between not showing up in the way your professional conduct tells you to and not showing up the way you need yourself to be to stay sane, and when you have been taught from early childhood that you should never consider yourself above duty … what is the path to take to be healthy?
How is it that we are invited do the most important job in the world with no guidance whatsoever? After all, you have to take an examination when you drive a car … a motorcycle even … how about when deciding to raise a human being?