Several of the most awkward moments in my life have come shortly after being hired for a new position. Just immediately after finding out where your desk is located, but prior to having any fricken’ clue what your actual job responsibilities will be, you’ll sometimes get invited out with head-honchos for an icebreaker meal.
(This is usually the only time you’ll ever see or interact with upper-management — so I think it’s either an ego-boosting trick or you’re being used as an excuse for execs to get out of the office for a free meal.)
There’s usually someone invited who’s…
I recently discovered my (and Clenn Close’s) ancestors were philandering Quakers thanks to PBS’s “Finding Your Roots”. (Grandpa?) John S. Worrall was charged with fornication and quickly expelled from the Quaker meeting group.
I guess rebellion is in my genes. Any other Wirolls/Worrells/Worralls/etc. who came upon this nugget of Worralldom?
I’ve never met another Wiroll in my life so it would be nice to connect!
(I was living in West Africa - struggling to learn a rare local language in Thies, Senegal with a wonderful host family.)
Someone recently reminded me how easy it is to look at how tired or demoralized we are in the present moment and feel down - but sometimes, we have to look behind us and realize the mountains we've scaled, and the winding roads we've taken, to get to our current location. It can help explain our exhaustion - and also remind us of our inherent perseverance, strength, and ability to overcome obstacles.
A simple thought - and now…
We’re going on a trip. It’s somewhere new and nobody really knows our destination. That’s exciting.
Usually someone has been there before and is the local expert. Not this time. Some maps say it’s about four hours away. Some say two. Nobody knows. Again…exciting.
There might be wild horses, flowers, and waterfalls. It might be fire-damaged and dry from drought. Luscious green or brutal brown. Nobody knows.
We’ve packed up and hit the road making sure not to overplan or overpack. That’s all part of the fun.
An hour into the drive and we are laughing. Relying far too heavily…
**I wrote about this struggle because I don’t think I can tell the story of ME without it. It has made me stronger, more resilient, more understanding, more forgiving, more empathetic, and has definitely humbled me every day of my life. I don’t think there is an ideal human form. Fit, fat, skinny — it doesn’t matter. But the media will forever have a bias — and new products and magazines will always exist to make us feel shame. I don’t offer solutions — only relatability.**
To this day I have an affinity for former-fat-people. There is an unspoken bond…
We are all told to firmly secure our oxygen masks before helping others secure theirs. People like to use this as a mantra for the importance of self-care. It means that we cannot be agents for external change until our internal strife is flawless.
The truth is: life is hard. We will never reach the top of the mountain (spoiler: the journey of life is one big false summit) and we will never be fulfilled. You can't wait for perfection in your own life to begin helping others, facilitating and contributing to systemic change, and righting historic oppressive wrongs.