Our family spent Christmas 2018 travelling around Antarctica on an expedition boat … we visited a lot of penguin colonies.
I loved watching the Penguins. They’re cute, Funny. They make you laugh out loud.
But what you don’t see when you look at pretty pictures of penguins …
I work with my husband.
WITH him.
Not FOR him.
For 30 years we’ve worked side-by-side –
usually in the same physical office,
our desks within throwing distances.
How do we measure time?
On December 30th three years ago,
we were on Rapa Nui.
Easter Island.
A tiny island with a long history.
Can’t is a 4-letter word. It’s a curse. A threat. A boundary.
“You can’t” … you don’t belong, you’ll end up hurt.
Can’t creates hesitation and doubt.
One word showed up strongly on my 2020 vision board: Share.
I’m a writer. I believe in the power of words. I write for business, for education and for marketing purposes. I trust my skills to elicit results when working on those projects. I’m also an introvert. So, where an extrovert might call friends and have long chats, I grab a pen or keyboard and write long passages. I have decades of journals, reams of poetry, a completed novel, and three books in draft stages. My private words. My silent stories.
Stories that may not stay silent any longer. I blame that on a compliment.
By honoring perfection and order, my parents unintentionally taught me NOT to finish things. That line jumped out from my journal the other day, followed by a cascade of insights into why my life has been an endless series of starts and stops.
I’ve stopped calling Fear my Enemy. He’s just an overly cautious worrywart who gets blamed for all the things I’m reluctant to take responsibility for. He’s certainly taking a lot of flak these days. Social media is full of articles on fear of failure, fear of success, fear of commitment and fear of missing out (FOMO). We’re flooded with information about the negative impact Fear has on our lives and our ability – or inability – to make decisions.
