This afternoon I'm writing this sitting in my old university digs. 22 years since I first arrived: a perfect opportunity to reflect.
What's changed? I remember arriving at my university college and being given an email address. What on earth was I supposed to do with that? But as I listen to the punt guides wooing their guests on the river with wildly embellished tales of the history of the city and it's heart, the university, it's a reminder that what has changed has changed and been immortalised in time: it's only the next bits we can influence.
I feel a sense of nervous energy: how will this reunion go? I've got my pre-conceptions, but I also realise that I have some control over the course of the evening's events. Much as I'm wondering how people will see me, I know that it's up to me to decide how I'd like them to. What am I proud of? What experience have I gained? How has that 22 years shaped who I am now? If I look at the reflection of me (easily done standing on the back of a punt), what do I see?
It's totally in all of our gifts to be what we want to be: it just takes a bit of reflection and conscious effort to identify it and then generate the actions that will cause and allow us to be it.
What do you want to be? What can you do to become that?