Depending on who you ask, I’m either a complete failure at life or one of the most inspiring and resilient people you’ll ever meet.
During my PhD, I researched resilience until my advisor told me it was an outdated topic and I needed to move on. (I’ve been meditating lately on just how irrelevant resilience does seem to be right now.) Life was going pretty well, until the part where I lost absolutely everything. I knew I had two choices: smash those broken pieces to dust and stare at the mess, or try to fully experience my emotions and then find a way to rebuild. |
Me, at home in the wild
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So, here I am, going back to the beginning and reclaiming resilience: for me, for you, for our broken world.
Resilience is scary, because being broken is scary. It’s never been as simple as just “bouncing back.” It’s not inspiration porn.
It's creative. It's curious. It's messy. And it’s wild.
Are you up for wild?
Resilience is scary, because being broken is scary. It’s never been as simple as just “bouncing back.” It’s not inspiration porn.
It's creative. It's curious. It's messy. And it’s wild.
Are you up for wild?