In hindsight, I should've known better than to start a book (let alone read one) last week since the firmament was shifting beneath me.
My friend, accomplice and co-worker for nine years left my day-to-day after her grant-funded position had run its course.
We sold our car to one of the most kind, altruistic people I have ever had the pleasure of knowing.
We had three listening sessions related to the draft report on early childhood that I spent the better part of a year working on. (There's still time to comment.)
I had my annual performance review which further confirmed my belief that they do more harm than good.
And these were just the big ones.
I see this all clearly from a calm weekend as I reap the lessons of change.
This book was placed in my hands a few days ago with such a glowing recommendation that I started it while in the midst of another. I wanted to like it but, 40 pages in, it wasn't making much sense. Yesterday I couldn't even answer the easy where-are-you-in-the-story question. I decided to start over and was shocked by all the things I missed.
Thanks for the book, SM... and the lesson about being present.
I heard Dr. Vincent Felitti speak last week about the impact adverse childhood experiences have on health outcomes later in life. In a bold moment I thought I'd share my notes. These are the things that stood out for me.
Yup. That bottom one is me holding dog poop never picked up last winter on the Eastern Prom. Thanks to the latest edition of Maine Ahead magazine, I'm now officially one degree of separation from the President of the United States and Anna Kendrick.
