I will not die an unlived life

"I will not die an unlived life. I will not live in fear of falling or catching fire. I choose to inhabit my days, to allow my living to open me, to make me less afraid, more accessible, to loosen my heart until it becomes a wing, a torch, a promise. I choose to risk my significance; to live so that which comes to me as seed goes to the next as blossom and that which comes to me as blossom, goes on as fruit."

Dawna Markova, American renowned educator, researcher, psychotherapist, and author

Do it anyway

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Good to remember

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Getting ready to go Bad Ass

I'm getting ready to go bad ass.


Source: http://www.reelcomix.com/2010/09/clint-eastwood-offered-superman-role/


(American Bad Ass, not South African Bad Arse. Same same but different)

Its not easy. I've got to psyche myself up for it. I often feel bad, before-during-after.


But its also necessary. Sometimes you have to tell people uncomfortable stuff in an appropriate way.


Especially at work.


For a long time I couldn't do this. For a long time I was scared. Of what you ask?
a. People not liking me.
b. Being perceived as mean/a bitch/uncaring
c. Uncomfortable conversations
d. ALL of the above

Definitely D.

Now I'm just a little less D, just enough to actually do it. And luckily life gives you lots of chances to practice politely and firmly telling people 'that's not okay'.

I call it going Bad Ass.

Oh yeah - that's me.

Source: http://www.soundonsight.org/throwback-clint-eastwood/

XOX

Ps - I have a Clint Eastwood thing. I'm sorry but it's true.
Pps - I have a cowboy thing.
Ppps - you can work it out. Clint Eastwood + cowboys...

The glamourous life of an accountant

I tell you, the financials don't make themselves.

Here are the pictures of the team I work for/with as we worked this weekend. They weren't overly keen about me taking pictures of them, but I think that was just modesty, not irritation (nudge nudge wink wink).

I both despise and love working on the weekend.

Despise it, because hello, it's working on the weekend. Instead of being outside, I'm in an enormous office where I can't even open a window.

But the strange part is, I also love it.

There is a strong team feeling. The offices are empty. We get to park in the directors' parking lot. I can wear casual clothes ( I LOVE casual clothes. HATE office clothes. Just so you know).

Sometimes I don't even wear shoes at my desk.

And bestest of all - no interruptions.

Bliss!

Except that its Saturday.

XOX