Nothing in particular stands out for me this year. Relationships have started. Others yet have ended. A new day brought a new sun while the moon remains eternal. A new president has been ushered in if only to flare the undercurrent that never left. Thanksgiving is this coming Thursday, and my place is quiet. There is not much to report on my front. Still hopeful. Still standing on faith…but sometimes, a new page is required to continue the story.
I am a woman that does not understand hints, games, or long periods of time without communication. Half my life is spent planning for the next move or following up on the last one. In an age of technology, I find that we as a society are indirect, vague, and too politically correct to express a genuine thought that transcends our little orbit on the planet. There is a greater purpose at stake than what is seen in the circus called the presidential debate. The antics completely unbother me.
Unoriginal thought bothers me. People that lack a single creative tweak worry me. There are others that can not form a complete sentence or understand why they even exist. Develop critical thinking skills. Have an opinion that you did not learn from social media. Go a day without talking to anyone and bond with yourself. Schedule a genuine conversation with another rational thinking individual and leave the iphone 7 at home so no one can reach you.
People always have the next great idea or project for you to do. You have the absolute pleasure of paying money in exchange for a service that will help you but will also propel the agenda of another into outer space. This is the way of the world. This is why the following meme is so popular on Facebook: You can spend time building your own dream, or you will spend time working on someone else’s. You are probably familiar with this scenario if you work for a large corporation or even a smaller organization. You have to put your foot down and some point in order to get your own ideas on the list. This is how I feel. If it is not in alignment with what I want to do for myself, then I do not want to invest my time, energy, emotions, or money into it.
This was not always the space in which I lived. There was a time when I simply went with the waves. Whatever came my way was just fine. If it didn’t arrive, well it was not meant to be. It was probably around 2010 when all of that changed. It was no longer acceptable for me to only wear the underwear from Victoria’s Secret. Why couldn’t I wear underwear with my stage name on the back? I pay VS $30.00 a pair for the “honor” of promoting their brand. Why wouldn’t I do the same for myself? Fast forward to present day.
Since the small steps were taken to develop my musical brand, I have seen myself in a new light. There is more on the table for me to offer. Workshops are a possibility for me because I like to facilitate thought provoking discussion. Critical thinking is important to me and a lot of other people. Combinations of elements are possible in order for me to deliver a complete healing package. Clients benefit from this and even tell me themselves how much they appreciate the streamlining. Why would I want to sit back and simply relax awaiting the next wedding? There are collaborations to plan and endeavors to pursue.
For one thing, I feel as if I have a lot to share. My experiences should not be kept to myself for entertainment purposes. I think that others would benefit from what I have lived and vice versa. It is important to provide others with their own vehicle to express themselves. Everyone has a talent that can be cultivated into a unique offering. Naturally, I awoke with a devilish idea this morning and am currently thinking of an appropriate venue. Wish me luck….
I can either crumble under the defeat of my failures, or rejoice in the fact that I had the courage to try and that there is room for improvement.
My life is my glory. Feel the passion. Feel the pain. Every waking moment is an experience on the journey that is my path to walk. Sometimes it is in light, and other times it is in darkness. The difference between walking this journey now is that I own it. Before, it was clouded with the opinions of others and the expectations that were created for me and digested into a meal that upset my stomach. The only way to live with joy is to listen to the dictations of yourself. You are the one writing the story as it unfolds. Every day is a new adventure; each person a new chapter. There will be friends. There will be solitude. Sorrow and joy are two sides of the same joy. You will ultimately give birth in one way shape or form. Death is a promise, but it is not an ending. Once you have an understanding of yourself, embracing that comprehension will work wonders for you and the world around you. It worked wonders for me, and now I can celebrate that by helping others to do the same.