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Gather the Tribe

There is a reason holidays persist. It's a time to gather the tribes. There are important stories to tell. One of those stories is your own. We can only tell our stories, truly reveal ourselves, with safe ones. So identify them again. Our safe ones change over time, a past friend or lover may no longer be included in your tribal gathering. So re-evaluate. Even family members can become toxic over time, so think through, rather than fall back on your traditional list of folks.

How have you felt in their presence over the last few months? Have you noticed a retraction of their support? Have you been in touch at all over the last few months? Try to clear the air of course, and never assume you know what's going on from their end of the friendship, family connection or mentorship, but ask the questions if you sense something has changed. We all deserve clarity in our close relationships.

Mentorships are interesting relationships. Hang in them long enough and reverse mentoring is a natural progression. Note opportunities for the student to serve the teacher too. Note that you are getting stronger in areas of your life that allow you to give to others--support, encouragement, advice.

Just remember to taste your own medicine too. We often, as humans, come up with the very solutions for others that we need to try ourselves.

For me, it's "Keep Calm and Carry On." I notice how impatient, how aggressive, how disappointed I can get around others and most importantly, with myself. And when I see that in others, I encourage them to be gentle, to ramp down their impulse to rabid action, and to just do the next right thing, checking in with key stakeholders.

I'm gathering key folks on Saturday. It's a time when the flowers start coming up out of the ground--resurrection. It's a time when we are grateful to have been spared winter's grip on the ground, our psyche and our ability to roam the earth freely, to lie on the grass. We've made it through winter: gather and celebrate. Tell stories of spring.

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