I’m getting that middle school feeling in the pit of my stomache all over again. That someone-could-throw-you-into-the-nearest-locker-at-any-moment feeling. I guess it must mean: 1) I’m in over my head 2) I’m about to put myself in a potentially vulnerable position 3) I’m secretly thrilled to be wriggling into a space where I don’t know all the answers (and that, in itself, is pretty scary)!
Today it is because I’m stepping out in front of the curtain and claiming my online voice. The personal/professional one. If you believe each of us is a brand – let’s just call this my soft launch. My goal is to use this blog as a platform to explore ideas that ignite my curiousity, topics that make my brain hurt, and occurances/experiences that make me re-imagine my position and see things differently.
So, today I’m new. But are we really ever new? Or old for that matter? Or our we both at every instant – isn’t every moment a fresh opportunity and the end of the last? Philip Toledano made me think this today through his incredibly beautiful portrait of his love for his father http://www.dayswithmyfather.com.
So I raise my glass to today. To this moment. To the fabric that makes us who we are and the bravery to share it. Let’s explore the edges…
