Sunday, August 21, 2011

Where Did It All Begin?

Everything has a beginning. A shiny moment when ideas and opportunities click, and something is started. Then, sometimes, a little ways down the road, we forget the why and the how of the thing that started it all. The thing gets a little tarnished and we lose the energy that made it fun at the start.

As you sit here, mojo nowhere in sight, tell us, where did it all begin? How did the shiny idea start?






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Thursday, August 18, 2011

Where Do You Go When It's Time For Escape?

"When I was small and easily wounded, books were my carapace. If I were recalled to my hurts in the middle of a book, they somehow mattered less. My corporeal life was slight; the dazzling one in my head was what really mattered." ~ Lauren Groff The Monsters of Templeton
Books have always been my means of escape. When life gets to be too much to swallow I either slip on my sneakers and go for a run or I grab a book and fly away. For hours I dive into another person's life and live vicariously through them. When I emerge I feel a bit more able to deal with my own life.

How do you escape your reality? What gives you reprieve from your life when it gets to be too much?



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Tuesday, August 9, 2011

When did you last ask for help?

A long, long time ago I did an internship at a neo-natal clinic in Paris. I was young, incredibly inexperienced, and determined to seen like the opposite of both of those things. I can't remember what happened, but one day ended with me in tears being severely rebuked by the charge nurse. Her closing words to me that day were "Here, when you're too proud to ask for help, people and babies can die." 

Asking for help is hard. It makes you feel weak and incompetent. Truth is, since it is so hard, asking for help is the bravest thing you can ever do.

Despite all that I know I find it hard to ask. How about you:
When was the last time you asked for help? 
When was the last time you should have asked and didn't?






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