last week rang in a couple of big changes. i accepted a new position in community outreach for a local hepc education and advocacy organization. i also ended a recently rekindled work relationship which seemed instantly a bad idea. it is a new world i will be swimming in once august is in full swing.
i feel very blesed to be where i am at in my life. i made a change in my career without a full plan and then a plan emerged- actually a couple of plans. this seems more than a blessing to me. it seems supportive. and it all seems a delicious adventure.
i will be travelling to michigan to spend time with friends at the lake and take a proper vacation. i will cook, get some sun, catch up on reading, and giggle as often as i can.
a friend posted this mix and i am going to listen to it during my workout today. he is in the process of major change in his life as well. somehow it feels like getting a hug from him- so ruben- have a hug from me!
“The experience of being a gay man in the twenty-first century is different from that of any other minority, sexual orientation, gender, or culture grouping. We are different from, on the one hand, women, and on the other hand, straight men. Our lives are a unique blending of testosterone and gentleness, hypersexuality and delicate sensuality, rugged masculinity and refined gentility. There is no other group quite like that of the gay men. We are a culture of our own…. Alan Downs The Velvet Rage
i have been romanticizing the image of mary poppins leaving after her zany and heartwarming interlude at the banks’ home since my eyes opened a bit more last november. poppins came, she worked her magic and taught some lessons, and when she felt the family members’ had expanded their own views of their lives and their connected life together, she opened her bumbershoot and let the wind lift her to her next adventure.
this speaks to the work i do and how i feel about it. i naively believe that having an impact on the system i work within will somehow impact the system for good. sadly it is not always the case. permanent change is an oxymoron in itself. change happens, but just as true is that change then happens again.
i admit, rather sheepishly, that when the systems i work within begin to revert back or move beyond the changes i have participated in, i flee. it becomes time to go. i can’t say whether this is a weakness or a strength or whether any of the changes i have helped orchestrate create a better world. i can say i leave a real part of myself on the table and i exit as a better person- stronger, with more insight, and i find a place to have a more open heart- although sometimes that takes work.
my life change this week. a new season begins and i will let the wind carry me.