Shame spits into your romantic dinner. Shame laughs its ugly cackle at your reflection in the mirror. Shame is the last door in your dungeon.
Both used to drive me crazy. Both have taught me a huge lesson. I am forever grateful to have (had) them in my life.
After I read my friend’s post about her experience as a black woman, I felt compelled to take a stand. To raise my voice against racism.
I wanted to write about my support. I wanted to write about how terrible racism is and how much I condemn it.
But it did not feel right. What I had to write was something else and it wasn’t comfortable at all. Am I racist?
For most of my career as advisor for Results Based Monitoring (RBM) I supported government and NGO teams in changing their perspective and approach to the way projects are planned, implemented and monitored. RBM is about asking the right question. The most important shift was moving from asking “Why” to asking “What for”. Over the years and decades thousands of projects have been implemented around the world in reaction to an undesired situation. Wells were drilled, schools and hospitals built,…
For a very long time we have held on to the belief that unless we expect, claim, request and ask for what ‘is ours’ we will not get it. Countless courses to help people be more assertive stress the importance to – if not aggressively, then at least firmly demand our expectations to be fulfilled and our needs to be met.