“I feel like I should be some kind of expert in order to say these things.” I could feel the frustration in his voice. He had just started a blog not too long ago that was giving him an outlet for his work— work that clearly made sense to him. Work that he’d been a part of in some capacity for a very long time, even before he had realized it. Now this is the work that he is hoping to give his life to and receive so much life from.
Category "Knowing Your Story"
It was in those moments between sleep and waking that I first noticed the feeling. It was one part fear and one part exhaustion. I felt myself realize what the day ahead of me held, and then retreat back into dreams and sleep. I didn’t want to face the day.
You would think that my day was full of high pressure meetings and heavy conversations, but it wasn’t. It was quite the opposite. It was empty. The day was blank, and that, for me, can be the scariest kind of day.
I’m sitting on a couch in sunny Los Angeles in a house that does not belong to me. It belongs to my grandmother. I have so many memories in this room: playing legos on the floor. Watching Jeopardy every night over a small bowl of orange sherbet. That time a cousin’s boyfriend stepped on my train set and broke the bridge support (I’m still working on forgiving that guy).
Many of us have not had a “conventional” journey- “conventional” being defined as the societal norm. Things just haven’t been ideal. We’ve had to work harder than we’re “supposed to”. We’ve had to go through more challenges than we’re “supposed to”. We’ve struggled more than we’re “supposed to”.
For many in the community here at The Meaning Movement, life has not taken us the way that we were told to expect.
Some in this community have wisdom from many years of such a journey. Others are just starting out.