I've been trying to get a bit more in touch with my passions in the past couple of days. It had a lot to do with getting reacquainted with Live your Legend when I read about Scott Dinsmore's passing. I will not be surprised if subscriptions peak dramatically in the next few weeks, given how the deaths of inspirational people drive us into immediate action. And Scott was damn inspiring in life and with his passing. The stuff for legends, and the only silver lining I can pick in his sad and premature passing. But talk about "letting death find you living!"
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In trying to reformulate what truly stirs me*, I found I had to put my own values into words as well. And it's got me thinking that together with spring cleaning, one should make it a point to spring-clean their habits and thoughts. By simply asking ourselves: "What am I about?
Obliging us to think truly who we are. Connecting with that we believe in. We are our values and how we embody them. Plus our darker shades and failures, mistakes, contradictions. It is truly what we do with the latter that reveals us to ourselves and others. It is easier to be deceived by our manipulated bright sides.
S
* I used the 27 QUESTIONS TO FIND YOUR PASSION that's part of a toolkit you get if you subscribe to Live Your Legend. They propose very interesting exercises. A gem.
Since this whole blog is about being "self-referential" may I clarify here and now, that I am all about personal. I cannot separate who I am from what I do. I gift myself this space to continue conversations, so that I stay present, relevant and in service. Expand, ask, comment, encourage or challenge. BUT pretty please: a) Assume good faith b) Communicate constructively and in a way that promotes inquiry and exploration.
Friday, September 18, 2015
Transition
I often use the word "transition" to replace change. Both professionally and in personal conversations. Many of my interlocutors attribute this to the fact that English is not my native language. But I am picky with words. It is deliberate.
It is oh so deliberate. I fear "change" is a very result-oriented word. Change, for me, is exclusively focused on the result, on the outcome of an event. Expected or sudden, change is its result.
Transition sweetly focuses on the overlap that exists between the present situation and what we think of as the "next". Transition sounds like we are going through the process mindfully, deliberately.
And once we focus on that, we learn that life itself is a flowing -sometimes bumpy- transformation, provided you stay permeable to the wonders that surround you, and allow every single person and event the opportunity to touch you.
S
It is oh so deliberate. I fear "change" is a very result-oriented word. Change, for me, is exclusively focused on the result, on the outcome of an event. Expected or sudden, change is its result.
Transition sweetly focuses on the overlap that exists between the present situation and what we think of as the "next". Transition sounds like we are going through the process mindfully, deliberately.
And once we focus on that, we learn that life itself is a flowing -sometimes bumpy- transformation, provided you stay permeable to the wonders that surround you, and allow every single person and event the opportunity to touch you.
S
Labels:
English,
Just saying!,
Personal
Location:
Zagreb, Croatia
Monday, September 7, 2015
Momentos Perfectos
Me encanta tomar el tranvía de noche. Hoy en particular, no hace ni frío ni calor. En un momento, se apagan las luces y el tranvía se para. “Ahora viene un dementor,” le dice un veinteañero a sus amigos. Me río con ganas. Un poco porque el chiste es bueno y mucho porque me emociona entenderlo en esta lengua que todavía me es ajena. Ensimismada, me paso una parada. No importa. Son apenas cinco cuadras en una noche perfecta para caminar. Veo que el super sigue abierto y entro a comprar tres pavadas. A la salida, esperando a su humano, uno de los perros más lindos del mundo. Lo abrazo torpemente, porque tengo las manos ocupadas. Un cartón de leche de almendras. Dos chocolates y un pan lactal. Cruzo la calle en diagonal, y al pasar por debajo del puente, por encima de mi cabeza pasa el tren. Perfecto. Tres deseos. “Amor, amor, amor.” Y llego a casa.
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