I started a new job this week. It's the first time I've started a new job in a decade. A DECADE. Think about how much you change from age 0 to age 10, from age 10 to age 20... Well, I started my last job the year I turned 30, and this is the year I turned 40, and here I am.
Are all 10-year intervals created equal? Is 30-to-40 the same distance as the distance between 5 and 15? 60 and 70?
I have stacks of old journals stored in my closet, and even more stories in my brain and in my body telling me who I am and what I want. Decoding these stories means knowing my own symbols. (Photo by Barry Silver.)
Maybe you've told yourself there's no escape from the fight-or-flight survival mode that your life has become. I think there's an alternative.
They say you can't go home again. Reflections on moving back.
If you are sad or tired about how hard it is to be real, all the time... to walk the walk... hear me when I say, I am sad and tired, too. I understand. And...you are not alone.
Our culture teaches us to balance til we break. Instead of insisting on pursuing our innate gifts, we give ourselves that insidious pep talk -- "Oh well, life is about trade offs" -- and it keeps us playing small.
What's the point of sharing, if it's all an elaborate performance to reinforce other people's false notions of us?
Do you love your work? If so, how did you find your path -- and what advice would you offer young people trying to find their way to work they love?
On wanting room for angst on a rainy Sunday but needing to pull it together and parent instead.
I believe that everyone has a primary innate gift, and that with enough cultivation, that innate gift -- writing, singing, playing soccer, healing people, designing buildings, etcetera -- can turn into a superpower.