Notice the snail,

her patterned back,

her identity which

grows with her.

That she cannot take off,

for wherever she goes

there she is.

Her home, her shell

is her.

All swirls and colours.

Little by little

she travels far.

Feeling her way,

unable to see much at all.

Retreating into herself

at the threat of danger.

Then inching onwards,

carrying all she has become,

unquestionably,

unashamedly,

wherever she may go.

And in the end

we remember her,

by her shiny, meandering trails

and the legacy of her

patterned,

beautiful,

now uninhabited,

shell.

I noticed a snail and it made me think of jobs. Like whatever job you turn up to, you bring yourself. Like a snail cannot travel anywhere without its’ shell.

With jobs come job descriptions. But you read a job description and you don’t get a you.

You get words, tasks, achievements and attitudes.

You are much more than that. You bring all of you, wherever you go.

You make the words alive, give them a face, a voice, a laugh.

Wherever you go, there you are. This is so beneficial to the rest of us, to have you be you, to have you embody these many job descriptions we get over our life time. To bring us life by being your glorious self.

So may you follow your tentative path, be proud of your swirly trail, grow your unique shell and determine to travel ever onwards.

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