The other day, I updated my status on Facebook in an uncharacteristically personal way. It read:
So a lot of people are asking me to post a copy of my TEDx talk—so here it is. It wasn’t hard to give this speech with passion, because I believe in this down to my core. Oh, and for those of you who don’t know, the organization I speak of in the speech is the one I currently work with and believe in with all my heart.
Please let me know what you think, and I’ll post video when it becomes available. Here it is:
The other day my boyfriend was (oh-so-generously) giving me a much needed massage. I’ve been travelling throughout remote First Nations reserves in Northern Ontario doing creative arts programming for the children up there for the past month, and my body has taken somewhat of a beating. Between the grueling travel schedule (20 flights in 4 weeks!), and the sheer physicality required when working with large groups of children in an energetic and engaging way day in and day out in remote locations, I’m a bit out of whack.
Imagine two figures walking through the snow in a forest of closely-packed pine trees at once familiar to the world of fairy tales. One is an old man in sturdy boots and a tweed suit the colour of sun-lightened oak. The other is a shadow. Each time you try to imagine the shape and size of the shadow, to place it within comfortable dimensions, it shifts. It moves. It rearranges itself to be unknowable. That’s alright. Let it be unknown.
Dear Future Self,
Tomorrow I will be 26 years of age. I don’t have any particular feelings about this statement. I’m too young still to complain about getting old (maybe you’re doing that now), and not young enough any more to lament over the things I cannot yet do.