On Sunday morning I woke up to sunshine streaming in through the windows behind my bed, enveloped by cool white sheets in a warm bedroom with the ceiling fan breeze overhead. The first thing I reached for was the fluff-ball cocker spaniel curled up next to my pillow. She immediately started wiggling her little cropped-tail butt, playfully whining good morning. I didn’t exactly know what time it was, but then again, I did. It was time for our morning walk.
So that was the first time, in my recent memory, that I’ve woken up to not immediately reach for some sort of device. The phone is generally my fix of choice, while the computer is a close second. That morning I woke up alarm-less, timeless, text-less, social-free. Totally disconnected.
wutever it’s catchy.
An important point for us all when we forget the simple truth: we are not our job, we are not the work we’ve done. The “boulders” we carry may seem significant but ultimately they’ll be but pebbles in the distance. It is both terrifying and extremely freeing when you remember this.
"Mystery is not about traveling to new places but it’s about looking with new eyes."
work day with no meetings is work day when work happens
"I still see the same people on the corner that were there when I was eleven years old. It’s tough to evolve when your surroundings never change. So I wasn’t sure that I could be the one to make it out. The first time I took the GED, I failed. But for two months after that, I did practice tests everyday. And my aunt is a teacher, so when she was finished grading her papers, she’d help me break down all the problems that I couldn’t figure out. And there were a lot of people in my corner. My mom encouraged me, and my sister, and my grandmother. Then the second time I passed. It felt so good to see something in yourself, and then to see it come true.”
This reminds me of something that Wes Moore said at our Community Leaders Conference: "Potential is universal. But opportunity is NOT."
United Ways help to fill that gap, so more people like this, who see something in themselves, are empowered and enabled to fully realize it.
“I let life turn me into a rule-abiding curmudgeon this past year, and I’d really like to get back in touch with my inner ‘fuck it’. Also, I would follow Ann’s newsletter around the world.“
That’s how I explained why I was going to Guatemala.
I made the final decision to send my deposit for this retreat whilst post-yoga pedicuring (true story) with Gracy, aka best friend of Ann. Because it is the smallest of worlds, really.
My “intention” for the trip is honestly, ultimately to develop my voice as a yoga instructor. Practicing has brought out this carefree side I never knew existed and I owe so much of that to my teachers and I want to be able to do the same for my students. Right now I find myself stifling my own voice as I walk around the room, or feeling contrived and maybe even a little awkward. And then…sometimes it does come out. So I wonder a lot if I could eventually play some small role in enabling a few people in the world to uncover deep-down parts of themselves, too. But you’ve gotta work on it, and I think this could be that sort of workshop.
Also, side note, about this: “It was almost bewildering to me to see that I didn’t need to change my entire life to reinvigorate it, I just needed to have the glimmer that comes with believing it could change" — I can relate to that in a very deep way because it’s precisely how I felt about six months ago when I’d accepted the desk job of which I currently sit in a fluorescent dungeon office, and then booked a trip to do yoga and surf in Costa Rica immediately. And so when I’d considered the cost of this upcoming retreat, I justified it like a professional development investment. Or to keep that previous metaphor running, like needles and thread for the parachute. Needles and thread.
PS, Kelton I hope you don’t mind it won’t be all total strangers there :)
As the only single lady in our book club I felt compelled to suggest this as our next read because representation.