I am being mentored as a ‘woman in leadership’ (lead me to the biscuit tin, oh mighty leader!). As part of this mentoring I’ve been asked to create a vision board of what my ideal future would look like. This is akin to something you would do in year 7 art – cutting pictures out of magazines and sticking them onto a piece of paper.
I’m struggling to make it work. I’ve currently got one picture of a big bookcase, one of a hot air balloon and another of Nick Cave. I hadn’t realised that reading, floating and murder ballads were going to make up such a big part of my future.
When it first became just me and Mini, I focussed on surviving. For me this survival phase lasted about a year and gradually, over the last ten months, I’ve been working out what living looks like. But it’s still very much in the present tense, and the idea of envisaging my utopian future is a bit of a stretch.
I may even be going in the opposite direction – planning for dystopian chaos. I’m not at the Sarah Connor stage just yet (despite the biceps), but with the news getting more apocalyptic every day, there’s part of me that wonders if my leadership vision board shouldn’t be filled with pictures of Ray Mears and plants to forage for rather than images of arts and culture.
To quote Terminator, “the future’s not set. There’s no fate but what we make for ourselves.” And to quote Kindergarten Cop (all Arnie films carry equal philosophical weight on this blog), “kindergarten is like the ocean: don’t turn your back on it”.
This post is dedicated to the Quakers I met today. A vision of peace, community and equality, all dressed in splendid jumpers. Respect in every way to you all.