A colleague told in our team get-together that she really liked my good-bye mail and that I should go on writing.
Another colleague told me, as I was getting closer to the end of my Entsendung to the German plant of my Company, that some heavy retrospective stuff is connected with such changes. Thus, when it started happening, I let it. I did not resist it.
I completely lost my voice and powers due to bronchitis, yet I felt the urge to communicate. I took to pen & paper.
My Mum loves literature and trying new things. My Dad loves IT and trying new things. My older brother loves taking pictures and trying new things. So here I am, blogging.
How do you find courage? What is it that you are actually finding courage to do?