Sometimes as a writer, I feel that I've said everything I have to say. That no ideas are new ideas. That anything I'd write I've already written somewhere else.
That any social justice framework or equity metaphor or belonging analogy I might come up with would be trite, flat, too abstract.
I see and hear things all around me – people doing and saying good things, people saying and doing bad things, people doing and saying inspiring things, people saying and doing horrible things.
I know my space in this work. I know what I can offer. And what I can't.
I'm a writer, a coach, a facilitator, a speaker, a storyteller. I affect change by writing, coaching, facilitating, speaking, telling stories.
I am a cis, straight, White man. I bring my cisness, my straightness, my maleness, my whiteness to the work.
Mindfully, intentionally, humbly, respectfully. I don't try to be something or someone I'm not.
I know I have limitations. And I know I have tremendous power to drive impact.
Maybe I can't pen awesomeness every day. Can't influence every day. Can't motivate, spark dialogue, provoke intrigue, precipitate action.
But I can – and will – stay relevant. Stay present. Stay committed. Stay informed. Stay true to who I am and what I believe in.
And I invite you to come along with me.