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As I commence the reflection discipline that is the end of the year, on Thanksgiving morning 2020, I find myself emotional. What else is new?
Yesterday, my sister-in-law Mallory shared a picture of my niece playing putting on mommy’s mask. In 7 weeks, she will be 2 and will likely be required to wear one in some public places. It blew my fucking mind away that a little human that has been in my life her entire life is growing up with this norm.
And that’s just one personal mask story. Far beyond a child’s tale, the entire world is full of examples of how deeply difficult this year has been for all of humankind. The entire world is connected by this one threat.
It’s really no surprise that connection shows up as a theme with me. In fact, it always does. How do I want to feel? Connected. Independent and connected.
Lately I have been practicing witness consciousness, a concept I first learned in my yoga studies 10 years ago that has come back in full force in second half 2020 through my readings (Playing Big by Tara Mohr) and my work with my coach. This self-observation discipline is essential to the personal and professional growth I seek.
This morning, an important finding emerges: in a period of time when I have been alone more than any other in my life, I feel more connected and supported than ever before.
So I reflect (and prose, as I do). I am especially beholden to those who enable this feeling in me. You have all kinds of names: my people, my quaranteam, my care team, my collaborators, co-conspirators and co-creators, my ride or dies, my BFFs, my tribe, my gang, my crew, my posse, my entourage, my lulus, my Germans and my Canadians, my family, and my babe.
You know who you are.
Happy Thanksgiving. I am grateful for you. And I love you.
Endnote – Other observations of thankfulness go to: my employer, Slalom (you are so good to me!), my health (and my healthcare), the luxury of time, the appreciation of simplicity and Lancôme Monsieur Big Mascara.