A few years ago:
I wanted to have a big CV now I want a short one that represents what I’m passionate about.
I wanted to work with people seen to be making a change, now I want to work with people who make a change.
I wanted a huge house filled with many things, now I know it will be a form of oppression.
I wanted to work on multiple things, I want to work on a few things.
I wanted to move quickly, there is nowhere to rush quickly to.
I wanted to be my mentors, now I want to mentor myself and others.
I wanted people to be happy with my happiness; but now I realise that very few people are genuinely happy with others progress and see it as a threat even if they themselves are ahead.
I wanted validation from certain people, now I realise that secretly they want validation from me.
I wanted to be a meditator with many hours of sitting. Now if I can get my ten minutes in on a busy day or an exciting one where meditation is the last thing on my mind then I have won.
I wanted to be invited to certain meetings, specific gatherings. Now I realise that one less invite is a full day or nothing (maybe multiple jugs of coffee and that book that needs to be read).
I wanted to people to see the error in their ways. Instead I chose to focus on my own errors and learnt to forgive people. It is not easy to forget but letting go is different.
I wanted many things and many people but I’ve seen their drawings rooms, and their conversation, and the bliss that they outwardly project, and their high impact statistical resumes; now I want to sit at my desk with those that care and if somehow someone finds within our work the capacity to be challenged differently then that is alright.
Namaste 🙏