Writing can be a pretty desperate endeavor, because it is about some of our deepest needs: our need to be visible, to be heard, our need to make sense of our lives, to wake up and grow and belong.
This is a note to self so that I will not devote all my time to a day job (and night job and weekend job when things are hectic) and forget what I want to do with my life.
Things I value in life, somewhat arranged according to importance:
- Emotional honesty, vulnerability, genuine relationships. This applies to my relationship with myself, being able to look in the mirror and know that I am not glossing over anything or intentionally ignoring problems. And also friendships, without feeling that the relationship is built on fundamental dishonesty and having a fear of being found out.
- Impact on society, especially children 12 and below who are unable to care for themselves. So far the non ad-hoc volunteering experiences were all with children (2009-2016), currently I’m starting on pro-bono consulting projects- still planning the initiatives because the company isn’t keen on things which can be considered chargeable hours.
- Space for art, especially writing and music.
- Compassion and grace, especially for animals and the underprivileged, and also for those who appear to be functioning members of society but still feel alone. I love spending time alone (defined as large, quiet, open spaces, with nobody around me in a 3km radius), but it is my choice, and for some people it is not a choice that they get to make.
- Adaptability and being open to new experiences.
- Still trying to not be a perfectionist and stop being a people-pleaser.
- Food. I love fish soup and chicken bites.
‘Only a few of us are going to be willing to break our own hearts by trading in the living beauty of imagination for the stark disappointment of words.’