The act of giving some of our resources to someone else feels a bit uncomfortable.
I remember hearing about the things those in my community and scope of influence wanted to achieve by 2020 and thinking “Goodness, that’s ages away!”. It seemed both foolish and inspirational to have goals that stretched that far into the future. And yet, here we are.
Stepping into 2020 there are some things I’m excited to leave behind...
All of these beautiful celebrations of the season are special and important, and unfortunately they all have the potential to combine into a really tragic waste of resources if we don’t go about them with some intentionality and thought.
Somehow just knowing that my ability to savor the experience and feel hugely grateful for it continues long after the moment has passed gives me freedom to let go of that niggling worry and instead savor the experience while it is happening.
Things will frustrate and anger you, and you can choose to respond with patience, with grace.
There are some costumes I’ve forgotten as the years have passed, but the characters I do remember were the ones I dreamt of being
My mindset told me that success/happiness/big things couldn’t possibly be achieved by the person who I was. I needed to do the hard work, the literal grinding, of removing pounds of useless rock to become the ‘angel’ I wanted to be.
What happens when you put thousands of sweaty people from all walks of life, countries, age groups, socioeconomic levels and perspectives together in one place? You see some stuff.
Disempowered : the universal human experience of feeling deflated or defeated