05/03/2019
Feeling inspired and invigorated after kicking off another women's leadership circle last night! This morning's run on this beautiful beach was full of reflection and gratitude for the work I am privileged to do.
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We closed the evening with the poem, Beginning, by . A few of the words continued to run through my head while soaking in the ocean breeze:
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Beginning is difficult, and our procrastination is a fine, ever-present measure of our reluctance to take that first close-in, courageous step in reclaiming our happiness. Perhaps, because taking a new step always leads to a kind of radical internal simplification, where, suddenly, very large parts of us, parts of us we have kept gainfully employed for years, parts of us still rehearsing the old complicated story, are suddenly out of a job. There occurs in effect, a form of internal corporate downsizing, where the parts of us too afraid to participate or having nothing now to offer, are let go, with all of the accompanying death-like trauma, and where the very last fight occurs, a rear guard disbelief that this new, less complicated self, and this very simple step, is all that is needed for the new possibilities ahead.