I’m an empath. Those hills? I’ll die on almost all of ’em.
Choosing when to express opinions and beliefs is a new practice.
What has the most impact? Which experiences are worth sharing? How do I know I’ve made a difference?
These are not new questions. Framed from empathy, my values of compassion and zeal intersect when I choose my energy.
One of my superpowers is my abundant zest for life. It’s made manifest for being curious, open, and empathetic toward nearly everything and everyone.
But! I got pheumonia this year. My body was telling me something my soul could not: Slow your roll, for a second. Be at peace, with yourself and your life now. So, I started asking these questions again.
I’m still figuring out how to express the most authentic me.
Do you think life changes people? Do we change life?