Can you push me?

I don't usually like being pushed -- unless I'm on the swings perhaps.  I always thought that I knew what I wanted to do and where I wanted to go.  And that a push was an intrusion from someone else, from somewhere else, taking me off my chosen path.

My mind is changing on this now.  When I think back on it, many (if not most) of things I've done in the past few years have been done through someone else's pushing...the Community Family Lunch program (for which we'll be celebrating our 4th anniversary this month inshaAllah), the PhD, Project Downtown...

My friend Rahima reminded me of this last week when she pushed me to start writing on this blog again. 

So Rahima, this one's for you!