Two feet, clad in red Chucks, stand at the entrance of a maze on a green floor.

Living in the not-knowing

I left my last work role because of decisions made by others, for reasons*. Unpacking the trauma and resulting disequilibrium around that has been the ongoing challenge of my last 16 months or so. Today, I’m not going to write about that unpacking process specifically, but I do want to write a bit (for my …

a hand reaches toward the water and is reflected

A spectrum of possibilities

“I know you don’t want to hear this, Liz, but I really think you’re on the spectrum.” A friend said this to me during a particularly tense phone conversation back in the spring. It wasn’t the first time they’d suggested I might have Autistic traits, but it was the most forcefully they’d expressed it. When …