Grace Slonim — Fundraising Manager
The meaning of philanthropy derives from the play Prometheus, the Greek God who (knowing the eternal punishment that awaited him) gave humans fire and with it: warmth, life and knowledge. Prometheus was criticised as "philosanthropos" – loving of humankind – and was sentenced to punishment for the rest of his days.
I am amazed by the people who, like Prometheus, serve our community with their time, knowledge, skills, and support. And to help them, I work at the intersection of all these types of people to bring them all together to give humanity fire.
With extensive experience and studies in fundraising in Australia, I'm committed to helping our Not-for-profit sector become the best it can be. I've worked across many different NFPs and have seen that with sustainable fundraising income, they can be unshackled to focus on pursuing their mission… and as officially sorted by the Pottermore Sorting Hat, I'm a Slytherin.
The best thing about working at Smiling Mind…
Knowing that I can make a difference to help our next generation thrive in life
The biggest challenge in my role:
Bringing mindfulness and meaning together in the perfect union to help our funders make an important decision pushes me to be the best I can be in supporting Smiling Mind to fulfil its vision.
If I wasn’t working at Smiling Mind I’d…
Spend my time walking through all the galleries of the world, until I came full circle. Then I'd start again!
I don't think we have enough time to go into the specifics of how much I love food or why I can't possibly choose one single meal...
What I do when I’m not at work:
Swim at my local pool, share meals with my favourites, and try to buy my nephew's love with chocolate.
My mum taught my siblings and I to meditate from a young age. I'm sure she just wanted some peace and quiet, but it's been such an incredible tool that's supported my mental strength throughout my life. I am so grateful for how it's shaped the way I view my world.
My favourite inspirational quote:
“Life should not be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside in a cloud of smoke, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and loudly proclaiming "Wow! What a Ride!”
— Hunter S. Thompson