When I got the word that I landed the job as a manager of communications for Consolidated Edison, the electric utility that serves New York City and its immediate suburbs, the first person I told was my father. It was 1994 and I was a 28-year-old single mother with two children, ages 5 and 6. The average tenure of an employee at ConEd, at the time was 34 years. “Now you’ll have a job for life,” he told me, clearly relieved that I might be getting my life on track. I’m not sure precisely what track I was meant to be on at 28, or against what standard “on track” was measured, but working for a stable company with good benefits earning a salary that covered the bills without a restaurant side-job seemed more closely calibrated to it than I’d been across my 20s.
Thank you Joan for this exploratory inquiry! our life - including our physical body - is a dance between the organic and the mechanics (not machine), the web of life and the geometry of structure. and i stay with what if (re)calibrating is the dance between both? the movement into alignment between both? what if?
Dear Joan, You are a master, I bow to thee for encouraging an enquiring mind! There indeed is no ideal brain. I believe, we are a cocktail of genes and hence our DNA is unique from one another! One's interpretation of ideal can almost never fit another! 🙏
Thank you Joan for this exploratory inquiry! our life - including our physical body - is a dance between the organic and the mechanics (not machine), the web of life and the geometry of structure. and i stay with what if (re)calibrating is the dance between both? the movement into alignment between both? what if?
Dear Joan, You are a master, I bow to thee for encouraging an enquiring mind! There indeed is no ideal brain. I believe, we are a cocktail of genes and hence our DNA is unique from one another! One's interpretation of ideal can almost never fit another! 🙏