– Malala Yousafzai
In the spirit of International Women’s Day, I’m thinking about comfort zones, particularly in our work lives. They can feel pretty and cozy because it’s so familiar. But familiar can turn into a small box with a tiny smudged window. If you’re called to move forward into unknown territory but stay out of fear, there’ll come a day when you spread your arms and can touch both walls.
Feeling cramped yet?
Outside is light, trees, blue sky, cornfields, a skyscraper, possibilities.
Do not wait for someone to come and speak for you.
Why do we stay inside?
Fear of the unknown.
Fear of not knowing how.
Fear of failure.
Fear of succeeding.
There’s so many things I don’t know, but I’m curious to learn. 🌀
make short films
create a dynamic podcast
get my book(s) published
What do you want? Keep asking,then do 1 thing.
Boxes and fear and cornfields reminds me of a piece I wrote about home and work and resumes. Resumes are only one map of your life. They’ve always felt like small, finite, frustrating boxes to me.
Here’s the end…
Resumes say nothing of blood and bones or the last whisper in my father’s dying ear, or my husband’s voice on the phone from Los Angeles where he lives and works, more there, than here. My resume says nothing of zinnias in my garden, women weeping over their own words on white paper, my daughter’s rise from breast cancer. Resumes say nothing of longing and love.
a bed of journals