Loved reading this! Sharing the messy middle is so goddamn hard, and that place on indecisiveness is a place in time I share often. People often say to me “you’re so lucky to have so many options of possibility”, which is in fact true. But it can feel like a curse at times too, when my intuition isn’t pulling me in any one way. Like standing in a forest with 6 different paths ahead and a clock ticking on my shoulder. It’s not even the concept of failing that gets me.. but the lack of clarity and overwhelm of choosing where I want to go that paralyses me at times!
A lovely read and thought provoking - thank you. Definitely going back to read past stories!
Beautiful Cicily. Thank you for sharing the messy. I often think abut this: In my own case when friends have asked me to share/write when I was at the lowest--but I chose not to because of multiple reasons... a) I didn't have the space and time to acknowledge or respond to people's shared grief. For someone who was very open and exposed, it felt selfish but yet the right thing for me. A la...wear your own mask first. b) I didn't want to spread the sadness c) just being with it felt sacred. When I think about writing years later -- it feels like I would not be able to be able to truly articulate how it feels when you are at the depth.
Loved reading this! Sharing the messy middle is so goddamn hard, and that place on indecisiveness is a place in time I share often. People often say to me “you’re so lucky to have so many options of possibility”, which is in fact true. But it can feel like a curse at times too, when my intuition isn’t pulling me in any one way. Like standing in a forest with 6 different paths ahead and a clock ticking on my shoulder. It’s not even the concept of failing that gets me.. but the lack of clarity and overwhelm of choosing where I want to go that paralyses me at times!
A lovely read and thought provoking - thank you. Definitely going back to read past stories!
You describe this shared experience beautifully 🙏🏼
See you next week at the Education Summit.
Beautiful Cicily. Thank you for sharing the messy. I often think abut this: In my own case when friends have asked me to share/write when I was at the lowest--but I chose not to because of multiple reasons... a) I didn't have the space and time to acknowledge or respond to people's shared grief. For someone who was very open and exposed, it felt selfish but yet the right thing for me. A la...wear your own mask first. b) I didn't want to spread the sadness c) just being with it felt sacred. When I think about writing years later -- it feels like I would not be able to be able to truly articulate how it feels when you are at the depth.
Beautiful…. This is very raw and real
Loved this!