us young people started to have a lot going on. And along those steps in our journies we weren't always confident that we were "fully prepared". In tense moments we were relying as much on faith and no fear as on book-learning and field gleanings.
Usually even when we'd accomplished something we got into assessment. Call it constructive criticism we coached managers and team leaders about talking to us. Many of us were turning "unsettled" into even better. It was a way to balance high energy and drive with the stalwart of people ahead of us in careers and experience. Practice so you CAN step up, step in.
We were also in a twist culturally. Peace, love, and freedom had to be parsed with "real enemy". The enemy might be a Cold War leftover, an unexplained, a competitor, or even self. There were multiple tries at some things (I drank again) and exciting overlaps in learning and discipline.
"Would you look at these long faces?! Take their credit cards away and it's like they deflate." The room full of women groaned.
"Flummuxed," was the grievance. The deemed-Moses said, "You too, huh?!"
Finding work, finding peace of mind, finding ways, it was a searching time in between.
Up in the Kilmer Forest a woman was sitting guard outside of a man's tent.
"OH. MY. GOD. HE'S STILL IN THERE?????"
The woman nodded but couldn't say anything for the flood of emotion starting and stopping. His mangled leg had stiffened at wrong angles. They'd been cleaning his wounds with fabric and boiled creek water. The woman was down to a third of her once long skirt.
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