My birthday post.

I am exceptional grateful for aliveness, for second chances, for options, possibilities and snippets of values-based agency.

I am deeply conscious of my values, my purpose, a few of my shortcomings (with appreciation for those who help me see them more clearly), and the specific components of connection, creativity and contribution which provide significant meaning and satisfaction in my work and life.

I am clearly aware of the beauty and brevity of life, having forever lost too many of my favourite people over the last few years.

I acknowledge that I have little regard for ageism and perfectionism.

Much to the chagrin of many, my love for endless words—both real and improvised—continues to bring me unending enjoyment, especially when it strays from the rules of "appropriateness."

I crave solitude. I crave connection.

I have a public profile. I have a private life.

I have an insatiable appetite for learning. I sometimes overdose on too much information at once.

I am a farmer’s daughter turned leader-of-human capacity.

I adore my family just as they are.

I am fueled by purpose.

I believe in structured and productive disagreement that is mutually respectful.

I am a warrior for the value of all people.

I am a courageous protector of human dignity for all.

I am open to failed attempts.

I am a paradoxologist in theory and in practice.

I believe in giving and receiving accountability.

I have inner peace, embrace complexity, immensely curious, hold personal boundaries of wholeness, and jazzed to belong to a collective of people who are working toward more of what matters for the long game.

And did I mention that a cup of coffee is one of my favourite luxuries of ordinary things?

I'm delighted beyond measure to be present for this year's birthday. It brings me no end of pleasure to share it with the wondrous and welcome spring equinox once again this year.

I'm happy that you and I are alive together in our messy, beautiful world.