We are all one. We are all in this crazy life together. Damage done to one is damage to all. Why can’t we see that – yet – still? I’m still traumatized by last week’s event, how much more so are my black friends, our black brothers and sisters?
If I could rename my project of several years ago, I would call it a Joy Journal rather than a Happiness Journal, because Happiness is fleeting while Joy can be found even in the darkest of times.
I figured you might be wondering about why I left a great corporate job and the reasons that job was “leaving other parts of me unsatisfied”. That’s kind of a dramatic statement, isn’t it?