The snail I am is no longer the snail I was.
It’s long been important for me to have a sense of who I am and to be able to say “I am” without additional clauses.
I draw strength from being in a spot to be able to say that. Without it, I am adrift; lost.
Today, I can still say it, but it means something different to what it did a week ago. I’ve changed; a change that was a very definite klunk in my being – like an elevator stopping at a new floor; up or down or left or right; does not matter. On Saturday, I spent a few hours sitting in a comfy, leafy space – on a sort of jetty – at the State Library of QLD, by the river. I was going back through the day before and the conference stream I co-convened (that requires another post – it worked and was good and was fun). Klunk.
My answer to “Who am I?” has changed.
I have spent 12 months or so, very out of my comfort zone…so far out of my comfort zone that I don’t know where it is anymore. I co-convened a committee of 5 to run a full day stream at a national conference. An experimental stream incorporating elements of things that were well known on smaller scales…in the library world at least. I like structure but it was unstructured. I like engagement and there was. I suck at minutae but folk around me covered it, and impressively so.
A year of politics and discussion and fear and planning, and times I simply buried my head in the sand and hoped the world would leave me alone.
And I changed.
My sense of what I can do has expanded. The passion remains; burning within.
I left Qld feeling more or less the same as you do now. Thank you for making it worked for the rest of us =)
That’s a little cryptic in places, but it sounds really positive.
Good on you for taking a risk. It paid off.
Well done. It was a great ride.
Well done mate.
Glad to hear you are continuing on the learning journey – something we all should be doing to stay ‘alive’ in our lives.