Time to appreciate where I am now and where I am heading. This weekend, I get to experiment.
Since I have been inundated with work, spilling into the weekends, I am taking this weekend back for me, and not in a traditional way. I aim to be working harder, which is not always tempting when there is finally time for rest. I have got some freelancing to do and I am encouraged to focus on this for a while.
I simply must answer to me but in a way much less like myself as the worker bee with little flexibility. The preparation is for a steady transition. I understand steady may not happen. Mainly, I get to enjoy my work and share more of it as well.
I get to do this and plan for my next trip. With my vision aimed towards more travel and community, I am now looking at Helping Hands in Puerto Rico or a similar organization. Perhaps almost exactly one anniversary away from the time I volunteered with IVHQwill be the perfect timing. I was recently reminded by the posts of a temporary roommate and co-volunteer I met there. The various comments and his vivid pictures remind me. Our objectives seem similar. We wish to keep seeing the world, being of some service and enjoying the life we have to share.
Organizing for work on Saturday reminded me I can do more of this for myself at home. Streamlining my day was first on my agenda on Monday, my first true workday after a weekend.
Some tasks are excessive, I am realizing. I need to unravel them. I may just be used to extra challenges in a so called “hard working day” when the struggle is not always so necessary. The words are red tape, endless paperwork, and protocol to name a few.
The overanalysis and fear of outcomes can take a step back as well. I desire so much for all of us to be okay, but the control I have is mainly with me. There has been a rewarding shift towards my own passions and creativity, such as translating and writing. Traveling is to be continued soon hopefully. Looking forward to meeting more of the world and sharing it accordingly.
I have added several, (perhaps too many additional tasks) that translate into potential income. The last few weeks have given me the opportunity to sort through some obstacles and create a few more as well.
Not only did I discover a bit more regarding my objectives, I also unraveled some more of my own psychology when it comes to transitioning from a basic standard work life to a more freelancing nomadic one.
Allowing for a scenario which would enable me to volunteer more broadly in addition to traveling leisurely has not been hard on the imagination at all. My efforts were intense.
My conclusions were quite intriguing.
Turns out, I am one person (albeit energetic).
Easily matching my passions for traveling, my culture and many other cultures is my interest in translating. However, suddenly combining freelance assignments with already required work threw me off balance for a bit. How would I reconcile my time with what I had been conditioned to believe sustains me versus taking a chance on a freer style workflow? More freedom could also mean more risk. Alternatively, there might be more opportunity than what is currently available.
Fortunately, my random juggling did not end in the easy temptation to give in and set my new attempts aside. Strange that life would seemingly be simpler if I stay with what appears certain. However, the bigger challenge has been staying and wondering.
The challenges of freelancing can be grueling yet exciting. Perhaps there is less stability. What about the possibility to gain much more? Self-direction and choosing the most appealing projects speak to freedom once again. The path becomes clearer. The outcome may do the same. Eventually.
I digress and return to my first clear lesson of seeing myself operating as one person. I can pull off a certain amount of work in a particular time frame. I should keep up the work but not overextend myself. I can draw from considerable resources, including other professionals and enhance my process.
2. Accountability Leads to Greater Efficiency: As I delved into taking on more, I saw how much more I was capable of doing. Prior to being given multiple projects (outside of my day job), I would unwittingly stall, carefully trying to pick the perfect project or some otherwise perfect side gig. Too carefully.
Reaching out, submitting my credentials, and suddenly being connected with a different kind of company caused me to work readily and be more accountable. My natural work ethic would drive me to fulfill their requirements as well as those of the end clients.
Still, more lessons were to be learned. The tools and techniques I can incorporate into my future process have been noted and I know there will be more to come.
The encouraging side note was seeing the many existing opportunities and the increasingly better ways to prepare for them.
The workflow would have also been more than reasonable without previous obligations. I have to wonder about those obligations not being there and if I am impeding some of the steps along the way.
3. Self-Acknowledgement Is Needed: The best reminder to give myself credit is the encouragement I receive from family and friends and it is my pleasure to offer the same.
A motivating factor in going forward is self-reflection. Looking back and enjoying the present with all the attempts made and the objectives reached means we all can be strong messengers for ourselves. Challenges can be daunting and recognizing what has been accomplished reinforces our drive.
Following my all-nighters, I remembered the importance of credit for just the attempts. If we can recognize the diligent work of others, we can see our own hard work as well. Getting some parts right and getting some of them wrong helps the process. Turns out, we are capable of so much. Thank goodness for a detour. Thank goodness for the opportunities outside the box.
JUNE 26, 2020 BY CASSANDRA JOHNSON
from Inside Cuba in 2016: A Lot Can Happen in 10 Days
The heat became intense during our summer trip through Cuba. I can see why so many air conditioners were part of the luggage our co-passengers were bringing back. Each of our private home rentals (our casas particulares) had a window unit which we used only at night. Perhaps even some or a lot of the people on our flight offered home stays as well. There was quite the network of people involved in the tourist industry, which could include various types of sightseeing, tours, and transportation. As a result, there was typically no shortage of places to stay, places to go or ways to get there. We just needed the proper negotiating and timing.
We lost a couple of half-days on no-luck negotiating. Some good ways to save money were teaming up and splitting rides with 3 or more people in addition to splitting tours. Once inside various cities, we could get to a lot of places on foot, in the local cabs (vintage cars), public city buses or in the more interesting one driver two-seater vehicles.
I had messaged the owner of our first casa particular, Dignora, to let her know our flight was delayed a couple of times so the driver she had arranged for us would stay informed and most importantly not leave us. He didn’t. I handed KT a blue “mosquito repellent” bracelet that looked more akin to the old school coil key chains and I kept the pink one for myself.
Our driver was there, waiting calmly. Our bags retrieved, I spotted him right away. He was holding a makeshift sign – a couple of the letters in our names not quite right. Suddenly, I sensed things were falling into place. If I wasn’t trying to be off the grid, I would have been my regular enthusiastic traveling self from the beginning, but my ease came in waves. Once we reached the sky over Cancun, I was more self-assured and seeing the driver, knowing we were on our way gave me complete comfort. (I figured I would worry later about jumping through a couple more hoops on the way back.)
The driver was mixed in with a group of other people with signs plus those without signs who seemed to have no one in particular to pick up. They were searching and offering. One of them randomly said, “Cassandra”, smiling after he saw the exchange between me and our driver, who led us out quickly, very purposefully. We stopped off at a money exchange kiosk outside the station. The driver was super chill again, directing us over and then smiling, waiting.
Enter and Exit the Fortress:
There was a safe friendly energy surrounding Havana. I know our Wi-Fi access was limited and the country entities were very much state-run. Still, in addition to feeling free from any potential harm, I felt free to explore.
When I write about fortress, however, I am even more specifically picturing Dignora’s house. We had to walk up a few flights to get to the communal area, and back to our room, which was one of about four rooms in her casa particular. Walking up that many steps with my pink duffel back and my suitcase and my backpack was a workout, but I was thrilled. My friend was feeling the climb too. He said, “For real”, when we turned yet another corner on the way up.
The walk up was worth it. The view from the terrace was gritty and breathtaking. We would also have breakfast there a few times for an additional 5 CUCs (pesos convertibles) the money for foreigners like us. (I mention more details on the two currencies in my Spontaneous Audio Suggestion).
We left the house on Day 1 in the late evening. We wanted to get in some sights before nightfall, but not before I lost myself in chatting with Dignora and her husband. All our smiles. What fluid feelings going from being nervous before boarding the plane to feeling relieved. Sometimes I swear it feels like I’m revisiting people I’ve never met before. There is something so familial about a lot of the places I’ve stayed and most of the reception seemingly may be both from my enthusiasm for exploring and bringing my own diversity to tourism.
I took out little replicas of both KT and my country’s flags. I handed them to our host. Dignora had explained she enjoyed having them as mementos from everyone who stayed with her. I believe I was her first quasi-lone visitor from the US. KT’s flag was her first Swedish one. She accepted both with pleasure and I realize one of the kindest things anyone can do is welcome you for exactly who you are.
Life being too short and precious, experiencing grief and seeing it unfold reminds me how I want to appreciate what we have. I think about how I want to approach each goal and how I want to simply live and share without overthinking it and without dismissing opportunities.
Whether it be future travels, social connections, or our livelihoods, I’m sure we all have unique expressions to continually bring to the world. This is a place you can always share yours.
This has been a sad time for the world collectively, on every imaginable level. This has also been a time of resilience and revelation. We could take the time to reexamine our goals. We could become better at old skills, learn some new ones. We could take a moment, work on reducing stress and getting rest. We could take care of our souls. I think one part of staying healthy and whole is being aware of the right choices for ourselves as often as possible – figuring out what is true for us and void of external influences. Though we are irreplaceable to one another and we need our environment and our community, awareness can go a dangerous way. We may have found this out very early, when we were in school and perhaps became painfully aware of some difference between us and other classmates. We may have felt it and not been able to verbalize it.
When I wrote similarly about this a few days ago, it seemed as easy as “being true to yourself”. The harder part I know is doing that in the context of working not to be judged, trying not to fail and making sure to have all your needs met. For me, that means I equally haven’t taken 100 percent of the risks which I knew weren’t technically dangerous. The biggest threat was to the seeming comfort of not standing out. However, I’m pleased to have grown older and earned my “RiskySafeTravels”, when for seemingly inexplicable reasons, I don’t question my initial good instincts.
Risks seem tiny and large from day to day even in something like sharing an interest, defending someone, or me dancing before the club has officially transitioned from dinner to party hour.
I never want to encourage others or myself to take risks that put their lives or anyone else’s life in danger, nor take any risks that would alter their social or financial ability to live securely. However, I venture to encourage us to pay attention to natural joy. My joy seemed stifled from time to time, conforming in unwelcome circumstances. I see joy as not being secured from anything purchased or some great compliment we can receive. True, we can delight in such pleasure and appreciate it, but in me, it’s those times of being okay or getting to being okay, no matter what. Self-acceptance and acceptance of others, being creative, immersed in a passion project and talent, it’s just there. It’s just there, complementing a sense of well-being, providing peace and welcoming the kind of challenges that help us grow rather than drain us.
With even more time to reflect, I am interested in taking bigger chances on some skills and experiences I’ve played with just a little here and there. I’m playing two roles this week. One is employee and the second is owner. No surprise that the second needs some more focus. Not that it’s any less commendable to enhance a quality organization’s mission statement, but truly important to remember your own.
Thank you for being here with me again. I’m excited I’ve reached some more subscribers. Sharing my stories here was a bit of a leap of faith. Still is. I appreciate all the encouragement both on this platform and in everyday situations.
I get a message speaking to me every few days and played out in different ways, both verbally and in actions I witness. This is in addition to different overarching and more subtle ones. From some of the influencers I follow, the recurring message is a reminder to be myself in every moment and in case you need the reminder: Also think of what it means to be the real you. Always.
When I was very young, before I knew what a blog was, I wanted to write stories, novels, poems, a book. I loved the play on words. People putting energy and meaning to paper meant the world to me.
I’m fortunate my mom gave me so much encouragement when I would lose myself in what I now know as the source of creativity. Emerging later with a poem, she would be my first audience. She would recall my latest one whenever my aunt was visiting from their home state. “Go and get the poem you wrote.” My heart would be dancing, my feet practically running out from under me. Returning so fast, I would read it proudly, though at the time, I was a shy child developing self-image issues. These are the times I was taller than life.
I got a sense if I could read something, I could learn it. The clarinet naturally aligned with my identity in band and symphony for umpteenth years. I began reading music like the many books I checked out of the local Middletown library. I inhaled them. On one occasion I leaned especially nonfiction, picking up Pelé’s autobiography and a couple of training books, deeming myself officially ready for high school soccer tryouts. There was nothing like the physicality of the conditioning and drills I would endure, and the real world negative and positive experiences. Still, my internalization of words and characters on paper somehow got me to the next and the next, even if that just translated into encouragement and possibilities.
I developed more affinity for the art of language, especially Spanish, as I navigated from junior high to high school. I fancied a vision of some future diplomacy work. Exploring and volunteering would be next. My best-laid plans are in some of my travel stories. Turns out my itinerarieswere best followed and altered after delving into books, guides and forums like Lonely Planet and National Geographic. Seeing it, (and occasionally planning too much) I finally left to play and live in some spaces I once only imagined.
I see it could be easy to forget even just tiny remnants of what piques our interest before hopefully recalling them again. I know just a few of mine are writing, translating, traveling off-beaten tracks, and connecting with the stories everyone has. What intrigues us doesn’t have to be static, but it’s sometimes helpful, at least for me, to recall that feeling. I sense we all have a sense of what makes us feel alive, when we feel most energetic and interested rather than blasé.
Sometimes, we can look outward and not always fully recall what truly matters the most to us and what we truly want to reflect and share with others. It can happen when trying to fulfill certain everyday expectations and obligations. Every one of us is unique so such metrics can be off putting.
The message coming to me recently from a lot of influencers is that it sometimes took them a while to get back to who they have always been. How easy it is to get caught up when seeking some particular permission or acceptance. Funny how the need to evade rejection or judgement sometimes creeps in or even stuns us.
What I gathered from their lessons is that whether the metrics are perceived or real, the quickest way to the fullest life is being true to yourself in all you do. In turn, you’re true to others. The message was encouraging, seemingly simple, though easily forgotten when moving about the world. A simple reminder I sometimes need when making a choice and a reminder to you in case you ever need it.
Your time is always appreciated. Thank you sharing it here with me.
As anxious as I may be to take charge of my own livelihood,
I am quite fortunate to have a job with income and capabilities that allow me
to work from home while there are many who do not.
I will hold space here for the people who are being majorly
set back by the financial, emotional and mortal effects of this virus as it remains
with us. The unfathomable is that people have lost their jobs, that many are
unsheltered – homeless, without the option of self-isolating. The unthinkable
is that many jailed and detained people have limited options for social distancing
and hygienic practices. Still further, depending on what dwelling in which you
stay and in what part of the world you live – not going out and earning a
living and/or securing food means not providing the necessary resources for
yourself and your family, and the conditions don’t lend themselves at all to
staying several feet apart. I understand every person is a part of what helps
the world go around, all of us. There can be no mistake that each path of each
person goes into the framework of all our outcomes.
I take note to appreciate an overarching company leadership who
does not view it as trivial to give us the option to work from home, reevaluating
as the time comes. They let us have the choice to exercise healthy safe
precautions for ourselves and others. With my job, some go into the office, but
many of us are in our respective homes working steadily, reciprocally safeguarding
one another’s health.
With my gratitude, I will hold space for people like me,
working to maintain some regularity, persevering to continue to be a helpful employee
or employer, working to contribute and stay whole as a part of the whole world,
as much as we possibly can right now. I will encourage, especially my entrepreneurial
readers and those looking to grow and be promoted within their companies to
work on some skills they have been meaning to nurture more recently or even for
some time. I’m encouraging myself to go that route as well.
My workout routine has become home-based and another effort
to maintain some normalcy with not only physical healthiness but mental
healthiness as well. Fresh air from time to time and social distancing and much
hand washing, I’m reminding myself to heed the warnings, in the ways I can, as
not to be a danger to others or myself – as far as I know. I guess that’s one of the
things which can cause panic: the not knowing. However, with Eckhart Tolle, in
my studies, who helped guide me, following the loss of my father, I also have
some practices in place for living/honoring the present moment and working on self-improvement.
I highly recommend him and thank you again for stopping by. Stay safe, where
you may be. Know you are loved and a unique part of this world’s beautiful
presence.
My heart is heavy with all the many lives, now lost to Coronavirus
(COVID-19) in China and throughout the world. With my company’s new option, starting
Monday, of being able to work from home for a week, I will do so accordingly.
As someone who takes public transportation for quite some time to get there and
back, I want to diminish the chance of being a harm to others or myself. Not
everyone has options like I do, and I think people are commendable in all the
various situations they are facing.
The gym has been a good healthy outlet for me to visit daily
(save one alternating day). Working on my healthiness has done some work for my
psyche in general and a nice bonus is that it is within walking distance. I
also find it healthy to be able to be out and about and socialize in these
continued smaller ways – being out – getting to the stores and the gym has been
nice.
Ironically, I already imagine I will get more done working
from home. I already know, per the chance we got to do so for about a month
during our renovation. It has been quite the year already, well actually two
years, I would say, starting with the flood that totaled most of my coworkers’
cars in the parking garage. We’ve had many ups and downs as a team.
Cuba. I coincidentally got a loving message from
Dignora yesterday. I recalled her in my spontaneous
audio suggestion on Wednesday as the first casa particular in which we stayedin
2016. She reached out to check on me and let me know they were okay. I think going
through our tasks with extra special precautions is key. I think deeply even
more of my fam in Ohio (where I grew up) and friends everywhere. I thought I
had some gratitude before but I’m really appreciating life and how friendly and
well-intentioned most people can be.
A lady asked me if I found any food as we were leaving the grocery store today. I said, “some” and asked her how she did? We’re lucky, in this particular store in DC, in Friendship Heights. I can’t speak to the whole DMV (DC, Maryland, Virginia area) but it wasn’t rough at the store just a little up the street. Even when the toilet paper section was starkly bare, next to a lot of other products, there was a considerable number of items left. You only had to reach further back than normal for what you would normally get or settle for brands or items, close enough to what you might desire. Also, there was plenty of food stocked in the perhaps not so healthy areas. Then, lo and behold, a smiling Safeway employee rolled out a skid of toilet paper next to the self-checkout line to which I was heading. Even then, people only gingerly started taking one 12 pack two-ply at a time. I don’t know what happens after I leave or what’s going to happen but did I ever really know? We’re just kind of very accustomed to life being a certain way – and that’s okay too. A journey is a journey even when we’re close to home.
I promise I’m otherwise articulate and a little less rambling
Casas ParticularesOne nation – Two currencies (at time of posting): CUC (convertibles) for non-Cubans and Cuban pesos/Moneda Nacional(MN) – for Cubans
*Pay close attention, both can be intermingled, but CUC has a higher monetary value.
Malecón de Havana (what I also wanted to share) – Wikipedia describes it nicely.Fábrica de Arte - brilliant space for art (of all kinds), simultaneously a dance venue in Havana
Some Cuban stops:HavanaViñales – one of my favoritesTrinidadCienfuegosMayabeque
. Looking forward to meeting more of the world and sharing it accordingly.
