There is a chorus of voices that have been built up to continuously mumble, sing, bitch, yell or simply roll their eyes inside my head.
places we need to heal, to push the buttons that will trigger what we need to fix, to offer us a hand on our journey to growing up.
“If I was not 44 but 24 right now, I would most probably be bulimic … ” I found myself telling my partner the other
I feel SO tired. So, so tired. And yet I cannot let go. I cannot just say let it be and breathe deeply and live
Going back to my roots the other day, looking back on where it all started for me, made me really thoughtful about the beauty of the growing up process and made me smile at the limitations that we are so certain of at various points in our lives.
In the field of PR, Communication and Marketing, your value seems to diminish if you stay in one place for too long. And I worry about that sometimes. From the outside looking in it may seem this way, but the truth is, I have moved to different places without ever changing physical surroundings. The ongoing dance of the incoming and outgoing international and local colleagues around me, a long time stayer, has been like the insidious caress of a spring flowing over a stone: the stone may seem like it is never changing to the unobservant eye but if one looks closely, they see the shapes of change, the patina of continuous flow and the healed crevices of shocks that passed.