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jennprocessing · 1 year
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I am hurt. My boundaries have been betrayed. By me and my others.
When I can acknowledge this, I can begin to heal.
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jennprocessing · 1 year
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This screenshit (not correcting this autocorrect beauty) sums up how I feel about the work. It constantly feels like time is running out and I'm only 15% of the way through.
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jennprocessing · 1 year
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Coming back to the office and settling into the first new year of the year. It's time to figure out what to keep and what to shed. What are the new practices that I need to honour and care for the ways I want to be working?
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jennprocessing · 1 year
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I have an icky feeling. It's like an itchiness that I can shed. I get up to try and shake it off. I try and find something to do so that I feel a sense of purpose. I can't. I settle on cutting. I put myself to work to distract myself from what brought on the ick. I'm in silence and I hate it. I don't know what to do with myself. I feel like there is something inside of me clawing its way out and I'm doing everything I can to quiet it. But what if I need to let it out and just be ok with whatever it is that comes out. What am I worried about? Who am I trying to impress anyway? Why would it be better for me to live with my ick? How was my ick served me?
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jennprocessing · 1 year
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jennprocessing · 1 year
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These words 😍
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jennprocessing · 1 year
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Remember that they benefit from seeing me rest as much as, if not more, than seeing me work.
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jennprocessing · 1 year
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I don't realize something is awesome until others around me cheer when I say it.
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jennprocessing · 1 year
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America describes a tension of people asking her to compartmentalize the parts of her that didn't make sense to them but that she couldn't see them as fractured.
I feel this!
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jennprocessing · 1 year
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America describes a tension of people asking her to compartmentalize the parts of her that didn't make sense to them but that she couldn't see them as fractured.
I feel this!
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jennprocessing · 1 year
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jennprocessing · 1 year
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Things have changed.
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jennprocessing · 1 year
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What are the artifacts we can create that will remind us what work happened and what impact are we measuring?
I found this in one of my old notebooks.
A reminder that the social innovation sector has been talking about incremental impact since at least 2011 and yet I'm not seeing any examples of maturity around collecting data to inform that approach.
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jennprocessing · 1 year
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The seasons are changing.
The preparation shifts.
The energy feels different.
The pace slows.
The warmth comes from inside.
The chill bites.
The connections are limited.
The moment is temporary.
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jennprocessing · 1 year
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I am capable of surrendering and admitting I'm wrong.
I am capable to put down the fight.
I am capable of dealing with the regrets.
I am capable of giving into my own care first.
I am capable of giving up the ego of being a martyr.
I am capable.
I am.
Me.
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jennprocessing · 1 year
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If I don't ask for what I need who is going to?
If I'm only to act on what I can control what goes undone?
If I'm holding myself accountable what does that look like?
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