She was meant to be a primary school teacher, but somehow ended up as a development part-timer. Three days a week, she could be found sporting her Serious Work Face at a public policy think tank. The rest of the time, she lived the gypsy life.
So here’s to professional schizophrenia – the burning need to contribute in tangible terms, and the inherent passivity of the would-be documenter. And past-twelves and shelved selves, things scribbled at odd hours on post-its and other people’s research papers. Most of all, here’s to the beautiful people who make the world such a very interesting place in which to live, hope and try.
because we hope we will be more
than we are or were before