My wish for myself in the new year is to continue to discover my swan voice. To being firmly, over and over again, as many times as it takes. Because this is not an easy feat and growing up is a lifetime affair.
Category: Courage
Transition: a quest for safe spaces and “our people.”
There is no way to understand whether a space or a person is safe except venturing, risking a small part of your story with them, all the time aware that you can be embraced or you can be pushed away.
Be careful what you wish for. You might actually get it.
The Universe is such a party pooper sometimes, offering us precisely what we ask for. And potentially what is good for us. Many, many moons
Tredding water
Finding my place in a new community has been like tredding water for days on end.
We can choose courage, or we can choose comfort. Never both, at the same time.
At 46 I can say without a doubt that utmost bravery for me is not speaking my mind, not standing up in front of a crowd to speak, nothing of the kind. The most courageous thing for me is to look at what life is offering, spread my arms wide, allow myself to receive it wholeheartedly, stay in the present and go with the flow.
Life is seldom to be found on peaks. Its abode is the messy middle.
For the past three weeks I have been out of a job, waiting for a new chapter to start. Home alone, navigating bouts of planning, clenched jaw moments, boredom, looking truth in the face, looking away, carrying out hard conversations in my head or on paper, saying goodbye, saying hello, surfing this messy middle as best as I could.
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