Being of a certain age, I have had the curious pleasure of watching technology transform over the past fifty years. When I went to school, we found all our information in an encyclopaedia or at the library. When I went to University, I typed my assignments on an electric typewriter with a corrector ribbon. When I first started work, I sent out rehearsal schedules and important announcements via fax.
We moved house this past weekend. Our new place is ten minutes further up the coast, and is nestled in the bush on the side of the hill.
Imagine this – a room full of a couple of hundred people you don’t know and you’re required to ‘network’ with them.
Gratitude – for each breath I take, for each dawn and each full moon, for each kiss and for each idea that catches me by surprise – that’s my religion and my purpose.
Today is my half birthday. I am forty-seven and a half today. I celebrate a half birthday on April 16 because it helps me get through April 15 which is the anniversary of my husband’s suicide.
Over the past several months I’ve talked with a lot of you about what you’re struggling with. You’ve told me that you sometimes feel like you’re not good enough, that the fear of failure paralyses you and stops you from doing the things you love, and that you’re afraid others will find you lacking in some terrible way if you reveal your true thoughts and feelings.
I want to pull back the curtain a little bit and share something more personal than I ever have before.
There’s a curious phenomenon that happens when you decide to do something different. It is rarely spoken about other than in hushed voices or tearful complaints. When you start off doing something new, all hell breaks loose.
Interdependence is what we crave in our lives. We begin from a place where we positively meet our own needs and through the doorway of self-love and respect we find others like us to love and cherish.