Self Awareness
A Letter To 16 Year Old Me
On September 26, 2017 by White Scarf PerspectiveIn light of my birthday coming up next week I wanted my next few posts to not only reflect on the past but act as incentive and an alignment referral for the future. The process of writing a letter to my past, present and future self definitely helped to re-evaluate where I’m at and where I’m going.
So what advice would you give to your younger self?
Dear Kaitlyn,
Self Awareness
CARD FOR HUMANITY – Embracing Your Inner ‘Weird’
On September 13, 2017 by admin
“You are easily the weirdest person I’ve ever met, it took us a year of being together to find out you sleep with a toy purple dinosaur”…
What my partner said sparked a lesson in me about how I embraced my inner-depth and how you can too.
Intentional Living . Mental Wellbeing
THE ONE FOR IMPROVING HAPPINESS
On September 6, 2017 by admin
These are the steps I take in order to get out my twenty-something, doing nothing, going nowhere ruts.
Intentional Living . Social Change
WHAT DO YOU WANT TO BE WHEN YOU ‘GROW UP’?
On August 22, 2017 by adminREMEMBER how excited you’d get as a child when you were asked this? The language we used as if it was undoubtedly going to happen. More often than not we would say multiple things of completely different fields and it didn’t even matter the plausibility of them all actually happening. I don’t know about you but at one stage I was going to become a crime scene investigator, ballerina, and professional singer whilst owning a dog rescue shelter.
The older we got the more our answers would change. Month to month, year to year. And this to us was fine! Because we were so young and we had so much time to figure it out when we reached that place that everyone referred to as ‘older’. We had no shame that it was constantly changing or unknown. Back then when asked the words that resonated with us were ‘want’ and ‘be’. So at what point in our lives does the excitement of not knowing turn to fear and the emphasis changes to the word ‘older’. Why is it that when we’re asked at the mere age of sixteen when doing senior subject selection does our excitement change to angst of not knowing?