Over the last two years, I have made strides to examine what is important in my life. I have consistently purged what I either clearly knew was toxic, or at least what I thought I might be making toxic by my presence. I have watched, listened, emulated like a budgie nodding his head in imitation. The result of this is to find myself on a perch of my own making; to be fully in charge a nonprofit organization at last.
Yet to be fully accountable for the shelf-life of an arts organization is not a beer after 5pm task. It's more like a sun-up to sundown task instead, with moon hours in between. Lately even dawn hours have started to creep in to escape a night of tossing concepts and conflicts against the east and west wall of my bedroom.
The compass of several lives are affected by my decisions. I must choose the higher, wiser road in all things; there is little room for error, and even less for negative judgement.
Can barely keep my eyes open so...goodnight.
You feel me fellow npm's? If you do - holla.
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