As I tread along creating meaningfully in my life, I notice so-much-bulshit going around. Part of me is filled with a strange yearning for the good ol’ days, and the other part of me knows that there was never really such a thing. At least not in my lifetime, nor any of the times I romanticize as better than. Perhaps, though, there were some parts that were better then (whenever that is) and there are parts that are better now. Given the choice, I categorically choose now.

This blog isn’t about AI taking over the world. This blog is about living authentically, and what it takes to actually do that in a world that demands you use AI for everything (in the process, normalizing AI as superior). Here’s my stance on it: I am unwilling to become one with the cloud.

Today is the day of the most meaningful revelation of my life… I AM The Guardian of the Vision of the WEL-Systems Institute. Deep exhale… This is the greatest Honour and most Sacred Responsibility which I gracefully accept with the deepest of RIG (respect, integrity and generosity of spirit). 

Yes, the fear of taking responsibility over our own lives is massive. In a world that conditions us to live soap opera lives, deeply committed to how “right” we are, the conversations I facilitate from the WEL-Systems paradigm become the pattern interrupt we all need to begin to notice that we are not doomed… we can, if we choose to, become the protagonists of our own lives, response-able to create the reality we are meant to be living.

Looking back on the mom I was to the mom I am now. Massive difference. It’s not perfect and never will be and that’s ok. It was never supposed to be perfect.

We are writers. We long to be writers. We wish we had time to write. I’ve been in all categories, and continue to meet folks who share in the joyful angst that is the call of the written word. The unspoken question: if we all want to write so damn badly, why is it so hard to just sit and do it?