Self-Centered
Intersections are richer. I write in public places, mostly coffee shops. The ambiance of voices and background music, elements that would distract me in an office setting, provide a conducive context, a tether to the external world I'm engaging via the internal. Writing, like any act of expression, is an act of faith. I determine the words, not their reception. Recently, several work-related documents generated unexpected rejections despite making abundant good sense to me. Effectively communicating an innovative idea is much more difficult than generating it, a lesson I'm still learning. The crossroads of the personal and professional has always been my focus here, despite a bias to emphasize one over the other. The paydirt for me is lodged between reflective insight and topical rant. Preaching only goes so far divorced from personal experience, whether mine and yours. The fundamental tenet of "sustainability" (or, more accurately, "sustainment") is forging a more equitable and enduring balance between "people, profit, and planet." Every issue I've consulted on has involved navigating this messy, multifaceted intersection, which is also what made those engagements meaningful and fulfilling. I'm convinced that these types of capital reverberate differently within ours psyches with the human construct of money being the shallowest, but also still potent. My own collection of crossroads—geographic, professional, relational, emotional—have been occupying me, making these posts more arduous to write. Despite their stresses, they can't really be subdivided and solved, only experienced and navigated in their wondrous complexity as I strive, hopefully with many others, to evolve better.
