This afternoon as I settled down after work, an opportunity scrolled by in my feed and I was hooked:
The cover image on our organization's Facebook page at the moment says, “Everything changes when we move from prescription to invitation.”
The above event opens with this description:
“A Bridge Between Singing a Separate Self and Learning to be Selfless.” And yes that's David Whyte, the acclaimed poet, among other esteemed facilitators.
This is precisely the edge I'm digging into in some of my deepest transformational growth. In fact it was only a few days ago that a coach of mine suggested the tension between these two spaces and the way I err could be holding me back from the authority of my expertise. I'm grateful to be surrounded with wisdom.
This event is in Washington State near Seattle. I sent a compelling request for a full needs-based scholarship as a target participant. It’s worth hoping.
Then I found an Airbnb tiny home within walking distance for $90/night:
Finally, I went to test the use of an airline trip voucher it pained me to open. It had been transferred to a friend who couldn't use it and now I can't use it either unless she helps me out by reassigning it to me. And I can't ask her for that right now.
So now I wait to hear if I got a great scholarship I might not be able to use.
This is so typical of me. I am excellent at sincere impassioned pleas, sometimes a bit prematurely.
As far as I know I've never received a YES that I couldn't accept.
OH except that time that I was cast in a movie as a stand-in alongside Kevin Bacon right as I was leaving for seminary and had to turn it down. AND when I was invited to dinner and drinks with long-time crush John Corbett and his band for an evening of fun, but had an interfering church gig and let the pastor pressure me into that instead. These memories suddenly suck.
Root for me?
If it's good news and I figure out a way to go, I'll share the best parts.
All shall be well.