My wild is inside. It’s loud and big and deep. It screams at me when I don’t listen. It leads me into failure if I try to ignore it. It transforms me. I cannot ignore my wild, but because I don’t let it out often, my people don’t really know. They only see it from the outside. And because I don’t let it out, I am not my full expression in this life.
The first glimmers of hope are upon us; the curve appears to be flattening. Soon, even those in the epicenters may face my reality: a world that feels safe from COVID-19, but is actually not yet.
In this age of pandemic, I choose science, humanity, and the common good when it comes to vaccines.
Work will remain central in my life because it’s such a dominant part of my personality. But, on some deeper level, I’m coming to a place of peace about how it does not define me. I am a Karma Yogi, but the final destination is the same for us all.
I find myself in the messy middle of a life transition. Normally, I like to wait until this period has passed before I proclaim any newfound wisdom.
One of the most valuable bits of advice imparted to me by a former boss came with her thick southern drawl in response to my lamenting an issue with our organization’s culture, “Gita, you need to lead from where you sit.” Simple as her advice was, it has become a mantra in my life. IContinue reading “Lead From Where You Sit”
This topic deserves a book in itself, but for now, I thought to share two key insights from the incredible power that I have found by combining intellect with intuition when leading campaigns
I think we all struggle on some level with the sense that no one really “gets” us. As I’ve been told frequently lately, “you’re not special.”
There are aspects of my personality that seem to change with time and experience, while others remain fixed. Still others seem to change and then change back in the blink of an eye. The latter experience, my regression into former attitudes and behaviors, is most confounding.
For some months, I’ve been writing my memories in story form. Writing is my way of processing feelings, experiences, and inspirations. I resolved to write for me alone, but somehow, I feel to share this brief story that flowed out a few days ago. If you’re interested, which you are under no obligation to be,Continue reading “Memoir Inspirations”