Dear fundraising, we need to break up.
if you didn't see this coming, we should go get coffee. or you can just read this post. whatever.
Alright, y’all. I’ll shoot straight with you:
The last three years have been a whole odyssey.
A labyrinth.
A Choose-Your-Own-Adventure where all the doors lead to “Huh. That’s… not it.”
And these last three years didn’t just change my resume; they changed my relationship to the work itself.
Because the conclusion that’s been tapping me on the shoulder — then shaking me by it — is this:
I don’t think I want to be a fundraiser anymore.
DON’T CALL IT A MID-LIFE CRISIS — PERHAPS A MID-CAREER PLOT TWIST?
Let's rewind the tape.
