I’ve been on a Brene Brown kick recently, and I’m finding that her key themes of vulnerability, shame, wholehearted living, and surviving failure are really resonating with me. Brown is my kind of author, and I am always going to love a book that integrates self-help, research, spirituality, storytelling and list-making, but during this year of moving, making friends, and new jobs, her work feels especially helpful.
“People who live wholeheartedly are people who are facing their lives and living their lives, putting themselves out there and in consequence knowing that they will get hurt. They are living with gusto and intention and not taking a backseat in their life.”
This has been a year of putting myself out there, and, if I am being completely honest, I didn’t love it. With each new class that I’ve taught, service trip that I have led and event that I have planned, I have had to wonder: how will this go? Will the students respond well? What if I get lost on my way to the site/event location? I’ve had to meet a lot of new people, which is tiring for an introvert, and I’ve felt overwhelmed by anxiety, worry, and frustration at numerous points. Read more
During a recent day-trip into Boston, I was struck by how keenly homesick I felt for the city: the streets lined with brownstone row houses, the screeching start and stop of the MBTA subway cars, the sidewalks filled with young-professionals walking at a clip, the waterfront breeze inherent to a coastal city, and the abundance of coffee shops, one on every corner. Even as I sat amidst it all, I felt an overwhelming longing for it — a longing to grab the city and hang on to it, to have it as a part of my everyday again, to be living it with regularity, not observing it from the stance of a visiting outsider.
What was this homesickness? Why did I feel such sadness and longing for Boston when I simultaneously feel so content in my new city, Providence? Read more
At some point, we’ve all probably been asked to “say something interesting” about ourselves during an icebreaker or getting to know you activity. Or, we’ve been asked if we know any good jokes. These are the types of questions that drive me crazy, because I know that I have good answers to them, but the answers always seem to escape me in the moment of need, and I resort to posing “What’s the difference between snow-men and snow-women?…” Read more