I was all prepared to write a diatribe about the an article in the Guardian about not-for-profits posting chief executive salaries to raise public opinion and how it perpetuates a “not-for-profit means for-loss” mentality, but now I’m sort of sidetracked. Read the article. Let me know what you think.
I just feel like not-for-profits already post this information in their charity returns. If you draw more media attention to it the super crazy people who hide in anonymous internet caves will come out and have a field day with their crazy ‘tax payer’ rants. I pay taxes too! Just because I chose to work for a charity doesn’t mean I chose to be poor. Talent, vigor and work ethic deserve to be remunerated properly in ALL INDUSTRIES. Nuff said.
I guess the thing I really wanted to talk about is the concept of ‘uncertainty.’ In two weeks I turn 28.
In three months I’ll finish my masters. I have no idea where I’m going to live. I don’t have a job. I have debt. There are moments where I am ok with this ambiguity. There are other moments where I feel like it’s going to crush me. It feels a bit like I’m being tossed about in a wind storm, but I mean – that’s what I signed on for! There is no greater time to be blown about. The trick is to let the wind carry me rather than try to walk against it or resist it. I like being in control, the mistress of my destiny…but right now that’s not really an option. I can only take care of myself and quietly appreciate these moments and express my gratitude to those that have made this year so special and unusual.
I definitely feel like I’m building up to something new and exciting…I don’t know what it is yet. I’ll definitely let you know when I know. For now, a little Gilda Radner quote: “I wanted a perfect ending. Now I’ve learned, the hard way, that some poems don’t rhyme, and some stories don’t have a clear beginning, middle, and end. Life is about not knowing, having to change, taking the moment and making the best of it, without knowing what’s going to happen next. Delicious Ambiguity.”
How are you all making out?