I’ve observed how quickly new colleagues become part of the fold in the workplace. A common project or goal helps weave a strong collective spirit.
Another observation is that when a colleague leaves, the ties that bind loosen. Instead of berating myself for a lack of social graces or inability to sustain bonds when others depart, I’ve had an epiphany.
It’s built into our survivalist makeup to need others and work towards a common cause. When things shift a little (or a lot), we have the capacity to create new bonds and thrive again. It is a natural occurrence for the “new” to fill the void.
Instead of what is one’s purpose, the better question is what abilities of mine can put cash in my pocket and/or contribute to the greater good?
I’m not sure why, but this kept me awake a bit last night. We can get tripped up by believing popular questions deserve answers.
Most of us have very little free time. Checking in with this loved one means that we’ve chosen not to reach out to someone else. Former colleagues slip away from us, and many extended family events are a blur in our minds. Yet many of us, including me, find time to communicate with people we have never met. And it is infinitely satisfying. It’s a paradox I took some time to consider today.
We continually combine what we’ve experienced or learned and add it to our previous take on the world. What we feel is important to share comes out in the spoken word, the written word or a graphic. A drive for many of us is to put forward something of value and see if it resonates with others. Has it hit a universal chord or added to a conversation we should be having?
Our thoughts and offerings do make a difference to others. The blogging world gives us a chance to share what we love with others who appreciate similar thoughts and aesthetics. It would be a rare thing for one’s family to really care much for what drives deep thoughts in a blogger. I’ve learned it’s better not to share with personal friends and family what I’m up to.
Blogging may be one of the best uses of your time. It helps you crystallize your truth and relevance and then share with others. In sharp contrast to today’s political climate, we have a chance to speak with civility, humility and boldly believe words can blaze paths and heal wounds.
Where is the girl
Who loved the sea
And the sand between her toes?
Now she surfs the web
For storm warnings
And reads of shark attacks.
Where is the young woman
Who dreamed of love
Adventures and salty water?
She lives in the city
And has traded
Some dreams for fear.
Where is the grown woman
Who loved to sport
Her pretty, painted toenails?
She tells her daughters
To wear sunscreen and count life jackets
Before boarding boats.
The sandals she once wore
Give her blisters between her toes.