When you’ve got a few minutes unaccounted for: when you’re walking to the bathroom, when you’re waiting for something or someone, when you’re heating up your lunch, what do you do?
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9 July
It was one year ago today that the prompts got released for altMBA23.
Felicty and posture
Maybe it does get easier for some people to put on the shoes, pick up the paintbrush, start typing, start drawing, start crafting, start composing … but listening to the professionals, there’s every chance that it won’t.
What word have you disowned?
I think we’ve all got a word. An identity we strive towards that we don’t think we deserve to claim.
We’ve all got something to say
However loud the voice upstair is, the truth remains: We’re all experts on ourselves. We’re all experts in noticing.
The second half
It's presumed that the older we grow, the more we know. But what it's that's not the whole story?
The myth of busy
When someone asks me how I am, and I say, “busy”, what am I really saying?
Love Letter: to the quiet heroes
I was walking back to the House after getting my lunch recently and followed an older man down Montreal Street. He was wearing a fluoro jacket, beanie and tough, worn leather boots. The back of his jacket said, ‘Parking Warden’.
Ten years
Don't forget the power of looking back as an inspiration to keep moving forward.
Unlearning
After spending sixteen years in our modern education system, I picked up a few habits that have not aged well. It wasn’t until I experienced a new way of learning that I figured out I was battling against a long-ingrained practice of staying silent.
Love Letter: The Teachers
I sometimes wonder about my time at school. The older I get, the more shrouded in a strange mist it appears in my mind, with me wondering, ‘Did I really spend twelve years of my life doing that?' PE lessons, projects about the planets, scales, stationary orders, clip tickets, hunting for change for tuckshop lunches, painful “talent” competitions at lunchtime, copying notes from the whiteboard, so many assemblies: I know it served a purpose, but looking back, the repetitiveness of school life seems horrendous. As a student, don’t you remember how hard it was to fathom that one day, you will be old enough to break free from the rules and structure of this institution and get to choose how you wanted to spend your day?
The fallacy of the pie
Whether you are counselling those affected, liaising with police, writing grants, sorting the accounts, organising fundraising events, keeping the social media feeds up to date, meeting with the government or doing the administration that it takes to keep an organisation afloat, I’m really sorry that you have had to “ring-fence” these funds.
Love Letters: Frank Warren
Photo borrowed from here. Ever since I was introduced to PostSecret, sitting on my best friend’s bed at university, I was totally captivated. The founder Frank Warren started a simple, safe blog where people were able to send in a secret on a postcard anonymously to his address, and he would scan twenty each week …
Coping
You are not alone.
Today, We All Woke Up?
a poem.
Tapes
We've all got something on high rotation upstairs. What are your tapes playing?
4. Befriending my imposter
This is the last part of a four-part series on how a few things have recently shifted for me, and how I’ve internalised these new ideas to move forward professionally and personally in 2019
An unexpected teacher
Passing the 30-day mark on my blog - why is that even a milestone?
It’s not my job to be perfect
Instead of asing myself, 'Is this perfect', I'm trying to ask some more helpful questions instead.
3. Vulnerability is not weakness
This is part three of a four-part series on how a few things have recently shifted for me, and how I’ve internalised these new ideas to move forward professionally and personally in 2019
Where motivation comes from
Something I’m trying to learn the difference between is the act of giving from a space of fear and giving from a space of generosity
Love Letters: Gungor
As you’ll see throughout this blog, different aspects of my past creep up in different ways and heavily inform what I write about. One of the things that most defined me growing up was my faith. I thought I found God at summer camps and overnight retreats; the hype of hormones and loud music, and …
2. I am a leader
This is part two of a four-part series on how a few things have recently shifted for me, and how I’ve internalised these new ideas to move forward professionally and personally in 2019
What “I don’t know” really means
Last year I noticed something about myself.
Christmas and presence
What Christmas this year taught me about being thankful for now.
1. I am creative
This is part one of a four-part series on how a few things have recently shifted for me, and how I’ve internalised these new ideas to move forward professionally and personally in 2019
How does one just start a blog?
The beginning of this space, and all I can do is keep trying to put words on the screen
