However, same goes if I was at the beach. I wore this two-piece all last summer. From New Brunswick, to the Picton shoreline. Swimming, is swimming, is swimming, is swimming. Less you dive in with your clothes on, I suggest you look away.
We, as a society. We, as spectators. We, as the collective. We, as those who read the stories, hear the rumours, watch the news wheels. We have an opportunity to speak up, speak out.
And where I am? Among the reeds of big ideas and little follow-through. It sometimes reeks like a metaphor for my life.
You are a part of history.
You have graduated in a historical year of triumph, of uncertainty, of revolution.
You are an integral cog in the wheelhouse of a generation who are narrating what we will read in our history books, and teach the children who come after you.
You didn’t have to start a website, or sweep under the couch, or plant a new garden, or become a master of cooking to become the new human you are.
I’ve not been on the phone with doctors so much in my life as I have the last two weeks. From life insurance (I almost had forgotten that non-smokers pay way less than when I was a pack-a-day) nurses calling to schedule health exams, to my family doctor asking about my Thyroid medication, suddenly my…
As we venture into month three of slowing down, go with kindness. There’s a story behind every door of every home grappling with how to handle this next chapter of uncertainty.
But if all you’ve ever known is drama and crisis aversion, how can you possibly be expected to live comfortably when everything is (checks notes) going right? Is that a thing? Is it possible that for thirty seconds – everything is okay?
In that very moment, in the moment he criticized my ability to handle criticism, he had – in essence – killed two birds with one stone. He made me aware of one of my fatal flaws by channeling it to make a point.
So how do we balance? How do we quantify what’s really worth whatever energy we may have left to muster up? Which of your convictions are actually preferences, and what of your opinions are more like self-serving desires? How do we know when to pipe up, and when to “let it go”, and are there any brown paper bags anywhere to breathe into when we’re so fired up, we’re going to implode? At least it’s my mouth doing the smashing. I’m not a person who feels the need to throw a plate.