A political path to inner peace

1. I am crushed. 2. I am emboldened to work harder next time. 3. Bravo to Elizabeth for her courage, energy, and commitment.  Please run again. 4. Thank goodness Representatives are re-elected every two years. 5. Maybe Sanford will be an ardent supporter of immigration reform with his Argentine fiance by his side? 6. There are plenty of people in South Carolina who support progressive issues.  50,000 of those who live in District 1 voted for Elizabeth, giving her 45% of the vote.  That is not insignificant.   Please do not write us off.   7. If you are not from South Carolina, please refrain from making jokes about our state for at least a couple of days.  The wound is fresh. 8. Let's turn disappointment into action.  Donate: https://scdpsecure.ngpvanhost.com/form/contribute-now

I am not from Boston.  But, as the President said yesterday , I still claim it.  I claim its people, its values, and, yes, even its sports teams.  The winters may be long, but the springs are all the more beautiful.  I love thick Boston accents heard on the T, the view of sailboats and skyline from the Longfellow Bridge, and the fact that Sweet Caroline rings out from Fenway during every Red Sox home game.  Just as I have learned—and am learning—from Boston’s great universities, so have I learned from its people.  Bostonians are strong and proud—never more so than when provoked by senseless acts against our values.  We are an independent people.  We believe in community and service to others.  And we have an intractable faith in our ability to persevere—and to prosper, especially when others want to keep us down. I am writing these words of strength as much for me as for anyone else.  The truth is this week’s events in Boston have been c...

Cross posted from MIT Sloan's Admissions blog At 8pm the heat is still stifling in that slow-moving Equatorial way of things. Shadows dancing against the night sky could be large insects or small bats—a question I choose not to ponder for too long. We’re in the rural community of Zingiziwa, Tanzania, about two hours from the dusty metropolis of Dar es Salaam. Thirty children and adults have crowded around the television—a half moon of people curious and transfixed by an electrical device in an off-grid world. We are about an hour from the closest power line, where few families have a working light-bulb in their homes, much less the television and DVD set that plays before them tonight. The roadside TV, powered by solar energy stored in a battery, is a weekly marketing event for  EGG-energy , an off-grid energy distribution company launched by MIT and Harvard grad students three years ago. My classmate Jorge and I are here for two weeks to round out a semester-long consultin...

I am in Cuyahoga County, Ohio.  You’ve probably never heard of Cuyahoga; I hadn’t either before arriving here three days ago.  It is the most populous county in the state and home to the city of Cleveland.  The 1.5 million people in the surrounding area—or those that actually vote—may very well decide tomorrow’s election for President.  I came here with few expectations and a whole lot of enthusiasm.  My first morning, I set out with a new friend—also from the South and also studying in Cambridge—to “canvas” or knock on doors.  We had a map, a list of voter names, and a general idea of what to say when a door opened to our knock.  We knew the folks on our list were already likely supporters of President Obama, so our goal was to get them out of their houses and into the polls.  What followed was a profound learning experience for me. The streets we walked were filled with abandoned and boarded houses....

I recently left the world of politics for the world of business.  To my surprise, the cultures have not turned out to be as distinct as I imagined.  Except for one glaring exception: me.  In Washington, I considered myself a moderate in a town of party loyalists.  Much to the chagrin of my friends, I could even be found making libertarian arguments from time to time.  I was progressive, certainly.  A registered democrat, yes.  But I was really just a novice in a sea of experts, and still green enough on any given issue to challenge both red and blue. At Sloan, my politics have morphed into my persona—like I am wearing a sign around my neck that says, “Let’s talk about the election!”  Except that it’s not just the sign that is saying it.   The words are literally coming out of my mouth. I can’t help it.  It’s like a Potomac virus has gotten into my bloodstream, traveled north to my brain, and rearranged synaps...

Cross-posted from MIT Sloan's Admissions Blog , where I will be writing about my experience in the MBA admissions process (painful!) and my first semester as an MBA student (glorious!). This post goes out the poets, the ladies, and anyone from a non-business background who shudders at the world “derivative.”  Hear ye, hear ye: You are my people! My name is Caroline Mauldin, and I am a first year MBA candidate at MIT Sloan School of Management.  I have never worked in finance, or commercial real estate, or energy, or management consulting.  Until recently, I thought PE was an acronym for that treacherous elementary school class in which we had to run a mile and do push-ups in front of our pre-adolescent classmates (physical education, also not my thing).  Turns out it stands for Private Equity.  Right! Though originally from South Carolina, there’s something about Boston that keeps pulling me back.  I received my Bachelor’s degree from Tufts Universit...

Some of my notes from a recent seminar on personal transitions with Atum O'Kane --friend, spiritual guide, and treasured teacher (who led our pilgrimage to Bhutan in 2010). My life is a persistent push-pull between the soul and the ego. When is the ego a stubborn guide when the soul longs to lead?   How do I live so that both are tools on my path and together manifest as the identity I seek?