There will be some time soon to reflect and think. A full moon, the solstice – the turning of the year.
I’ve been considering the next step of the writing journey. Sometimes it’s difficult to see the present and future as anything else other than a blank – like some off-line room in The Matrix. But that’s wrong, an image created by the toxic work environment I and many others find ourselves in, and the strange times we are all living through.
That adage that they used to hand out to the wives of traveling, transferred corporate stick figures – at least that is the first time I saw it – not as a wife! – but as a student invited by a group of wealthy women, who wanted to use their privilege to help young people feel at home in a foreign country – sticks in my mind.
Grow where you are planted.
Nothing outrageous, or remarkable, not really. But it reminded me that I am so grateful for the people I work with who aren’t soulless robots, and try hard to make things work. Not the fools who write “change agent” on their CV, and do nothing at all, while students go unpaid, and these wavers of jargon flags pass blame along like a dish of green beans at a dull dinner. But the important ones, who listen, who have accumulated their knowledge, and hold it gently, with strength and conviction.
The quiet fight.
Perhaps the revolution is coming after all.
Sometimes you have to honor where you have been to know where the path might lead next. Ask for help. Wander lost, while paying attention to signs.
Looking at reviews is always a strange enterprise. I suppose the hope is you find encouragement, someone noticed a moment, a line that you had always hoped they would. Other times, there are critics in rows, determined like those of their tribe, to discourage and turn difference away from the light. Sometimes a moment of clarity.
Thanks to whoever this is, for providing me a reason today (and every day) to carry on.