Between melting ice, loud power, and quiet despair, I find myself clinging to small acts — ten minutes of breathing, a walk without headphones, a message to a friend.
Perhaps our small worlds still matter.
Category: Courage
It’s not the hardship or the privilege that define us. It’s what we do with them.
We are shaped by so many forces—some harsh, some gentle, some inherited, some chosen. As I look back on my life, I can see how both hardship and privilege have pushed me forward in ways I never expected. The hard moments cracked me open; the privileged moments offered me space to breathe, reset, and try again. But the real turning points were always the choices I made in between.
This piece is the story of how I moved from living in cages—of expectation, fear, perfectionism, and “good girl” narratives—to beginning a journey of learning, healing, and becoming. It’s about mental illness and liberation, losing myself and finding a voice, rediscovering joy in learning at nearly 50, and choosing courage when comfort was no longer an option.
If anything resonates, may it be this: life pushes us from both sides. What we do with that push becomes our becoming.
Is community really the answer?
If I were to listen to my body, I would say Prof. Biesta nailed it for me. I felt his words deep in my core and my brain went instantly to the mantra of one of the very few great school leaders I know today: “whatever the problem, community is the answer.” So, at the intersection of this and Prof. Biesta’s estimations of future conondrums, I am asking myself this morning: is community really the answer?
The biggest barrier in my current education process: my previous education process.
I learned that you do not question the one in front of you, for they are all knowing, that mistakes mean shame and danger, that we are all in a competition because there is only so much pie and we don’t all get a piece of it – we have to grab at it.
How Universe is kicking my behind this week. And promising to do it more in the months to come.
As an introvert, grown more and more uncomfortable in crowds as years have gone by, I was already freaked out by two words: group work. Within the first half day I understood that the cornerstone of this programme is collaboration.
Mirror, mirror on the wall, what do you mean I see others as I am not as they are?
I have to say that I accepted the fact that I was a racist easier than I am accepting this about myself.
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