Umi, this writing is like the sun whispering to damp soil. It is like you have stacks of books full of what you never said, and you use a lamp light in the darkness to reread them line by line. Then, you reach the last book for the last time. You know all the unsaid. What could’ve. What sort of was. But maybe you realize you were a ghost in a way, among the living? Or the reverse? By saying that you love, by naming it, that room of yours will tilt, tumble and roll down hill until it reaches the perfect foundation. That house, a new Jerusalem will sit upon it. The rooms full of a light, a music so succinct and the rooms reading you. I am going to reading your lines because you are inspiring, encouraging, honest and strong. Great writing. Well done👏
This is psychological safety at the highest level, and it pops up in so many places. While reading this, all I could think about was the work environment and how many things fall apart when you don't speak up. It's hard to “stand in the way,” but staying silent can be worse. I recall training new hospital staff to speak up and not always think everyone around you knows better, and I get it, it's hard, but it's necessary. Great piece!
I used to think at times, my presence was enough, so I stopped going further with conversations. I think being more vocal is great, otherwise you soak up frustration and no one knows what is really going on. If I just spoke up at times, maybe this situation could of been different... I'm glad I decided to read this on my pc. There was a lot to take in, but my favorite part was when you started to bold text the key points you wanted to express.
I used to be relatively reticent as well, less so about wanting to avoid conflict and wanting to avoid pointless conversations with people who would never get it. But I realized that if you don't speak up, someone else is going to speak for you and it will never be in your best interests. I take blatant irrational antagonism to my speaking up not as a deterrent but as actual encouragement that what I'm saying is worth saying out loud, and propels me to say more than I think has been unsaid.
Umi, this writing is like the sun whispering to damp soil. It is like you have stacks of books full of what you never said, and you use a lamp light in the darkness to reread them line by line. Then, you reach the last book for the last time. You know all the unsaid. What could’ve. What sort of was. But maybe you realize you were a ghost in a way, among the living? Or the reverse? By saying that you love, by naming it, that room of yours will tilt, tumble and roll down hill until it reaches the perfect foundation. That house, a new Jerusalem will sit upon it. The rooms full of a light, a music so succinct and the rooms reading you. I am going to reading your lines because you are inspiring, encouraging, honest and strong. Great writing. Well done👏
This is psychological safety at the highest level, and it pops up in so many places. While reading this, all I could think about was the work environment and how many things fall apart when you don't speak up. It's hard to “stand in the way,” but staying silent can be worse. I recall training new hospital staff to speak up and not always think everyone around you knows better, and I get it, it's hard, but it's necessary. Great piece!
I used to think at times, my presence was enough, so I stopped going further with conversations. I think being more vocal is great, otherwise you soak up frustration and no one knows what is really going on. If I just spoke up at times, maybe this situation could of been different... I'm glad I decided to read this on my pc. There was a lot to take in, but my favorite part was when you started to bold text the key points you wanted to express.
Say the thing
I used to be relatively reticent as well, less so about wanting to avoid conflict and wanting to avoid pointless conversations with people who would never get it. But I realized that if you don't speak up, someone else is going to speak for you and it will never be in your best interests. I take blatant irrational antagonism to my speaking up not as a deterrent but as actual encouragement that what I'm saying is worth saying out loud, and propels me to say more than I think has been unsaid.