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.
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
Disempowered : the universal human experience of feeling deflated or defeated
While most people are prepared to go about their business as usual, for most of us, every time we hear the expression our minds turn to dark things. So this Friday the 13th I’m trying to turn the tables.
Of all the sage wisdom, government recommendations, expert advice and common sense lessons there was one thing I learned that stuck out beyond the rest.
In the past two weeks we’ve broken down some steps to knowing who you are, and explored how to like the self you discovered. Now comes the deceptively challenging task of being who you are.
In this time of curated feeds and personal branding and Facetune and perpetual self-promotion, being genuine and living what we're posting is a value heading toward the endangered species list.