As I look at people with power in our society, I find myself less taken with what they have achieved, and far more interested in what they’ve sacrificed to get there.
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?
It was one year ago today that the prompts got released for altMBA23.
However loud the voice upstair is, the truth remains: We’re all experts on ourselves. We’re all experts in noticing.
It's presumed that the older we grow, the more we know. But what it's that's not the whole story?
When someone asks me how I am, and I say, “busy”, what am I really saying?
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’.
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.