C'mon universe, don't be shy...
Salone will be going for the Qatar Grand Prix later this year, Ann was in Europe for her break, and Loy is taking a time out in Morocco from work on the rigs. These were the updates over wedged potatoes, Kampala’s unmistakable fried sausages and an all-time favourite activity—guided painting on a warm Sunday in July
I kept smiling and living vicariously through my newly acquired almost-friends…. In between all the photos and future travel plans, I noticed sighs of relief, somberness, excitement and a hint of regret…?
Getting up most days comes with outsourcing the will to live from different corners of being… A time ago, I did what we’ve all been told: study hard and “apply for jobs”. Eventually signed up to be and hopefully get where my oil & gas girlies are right now… Fair pay, Moving out before 30, comfortable car purchased from my salary but nothing too high maintenance, Exploring the world off rotation, barely have a romantic life (nothing’s changed here)
It’s almost 2 years since I pivoted from the oil&gas industry… while my everyday work continues to challenge me, fascinate me, encourage me, teach me, break me, push me to limits I didn’t realise I had access to…. Not a moment goes by without a deep nod of gratitude going out to 20-something-year-old me for walking away while I still could
I don’t intend to finish this as a motivational write-up, but I’ve joked several times about saying, “We all have the same 24 hours” when “I make it” – whatever that means….
It’s incredibly exhausting finding “reason” every day, reaching out for crumbs of hope and even just the slightest “it’s going to be okay, I promise” when the world continues to burn.
When you feel soo deeply, it’s almost impossible to ignore how generational the consequences of mass disconnect tend to be.
Artists, educators, healers, writers… and just about anyone who creates from a place of honesty, you all continue to inspire me, and I hope a time from now our debates will be over which seasonal fruit to have for breakfast as opposed to which career path will earn me the “secure” life. Which community we’ll be learning from and not women’s body autonomy. Who’s hosting the next cocoa ceremony and not industry expansion (rebranded imperialism). Where I get to meet my unborn children as opposed to loving them from the quiet safety of my distant imagination. I hope this earth sees a time where order is restored and empathy and kindness guide us…
I was having a matcha with a dear friend last week and he mentioned I’m an idealist… I thought to myself, the idealist in me continues to save me…
I then said to him, “I don’t know any other way to live.”
I will keep doing the work and here’s a passive-aggressive (but with lots of hugs and sparkles) shout-out to the universe to get super creative with my timeee hereee… don’t be shy ; )
Live every chance you remember to ❤️
I need such friends and such updates