This change started over 10 years ago.
As I think this through, more like 20 years ago.
It’s about identity.
Not so much about who I am now, or who I was in the past, but about who
I’m striving to be.
I’m working with a professional coach. I’ve done this before. I have 20-year-old materials from "What Color is Your Parachute?" And, counting the leadership and personal development work I did in graduate school (the image I used is from that work, perhaps the most valuable part of that experience besides the
people), more than once.
I come back to common themes, that I’ve summarily ignored
over the last two decades, that irritates me.
Why? Because it doesn't jive with the identity I think is mine. Try as
I might, I don’t trust my instincts. In hindsight, they're usually pretty good (as long as the decision wasn't made in February).
I just finished up a writing workshop. I’m grateful to Janelle Hanchett for sharing
her humanity expressed in her art free of charge during this time of change. And,
her no-holds-barred communication about the artistic process.
- it’s messy.
- there’s never a good time.
- the magic happens in the revisions.
- your story matters
- there's more...
Perhaps my life is work of art? If that’s the case, I’m always revising.
I’m exceedingly grateful that I have the ability and support to make these investments in myself, especially now, as we navigate a global pandemic.
The divisions between the haves and have-nots has become more obvious. They’ve likely been obvious for
those paying attention for many years, the ones affected by the divisions.
Now, what I do next, carries additional weight, at least for
me.
What does the world really need? How’s that for a simple question? No pressure.
I'm moving toward listening to my instincts, doing something I
like and am good at, and that the world needs.
Revising.
