Whenever I looked outside my window, my eyes would always jump far ahead to the mountains and the sea. This habit of mine made sense, given that I was always the type to look and think and plan ahead to the future–to plans, timelines, and necessary logistics that would have to happen for these plans to push through.
This is about that time of the year when I “close the books” and reflect on what’s transpired in the last months. As I look back, the word surprise may be the understatement of the year in my (and perhaps everyone else’s) opinion.
July 22, 4:45 PM. I was caught in the middle of a blackout from the rain; attending to something at work when suddenly, one particular thought floated above sea level. I stopped what I was doing to accommodate it, but it hit me like dawn after a long night: Today is my last official day… Continue reading
What would the world look like if more of these kinds of conversations happened today?
I’m writing to a specific group of people out there. Those whose entire plans, events, publishing calendars, and not to mention lives, have now shifted to a crazy force of movement due to the pandemic. I’m talking about my fellow communicators in the different spheres of society.