I don’t know about you, but by March 1st my storage of sunlight and natural Vitamin D is nearly depleted. Inspiration wanes to the point of near extinction. Smiles are forced. Writing is a chore. I fear this is a permanent state. I wonder, “What’s the point?” Does it matter if I write or not? Is anybody listening anyway? Having performed on stage, both acting and singing, writing by comparison is a very lonely profession. And yet, it’s safe. Sometimes “safe” wins.
By March 1st, I question the big picture. Why am I here? Where am I going? Shouldn’t I be further along by now? Where did I leave my passion, my inspiration, my ideas, my excitement? I must have mailed them off with the Christmas presents. Shouldn’t they have returned by now?
I can’t leave my readers feeling as uninspired as I am right now. Isn’t it better to say nothing? I feel weighted down by the past, by the roadblocks that seem to follow me around. I feel I have nothing of value to share. I sit with that thought for a minute. And then I hear these words:
Why do you cry over the roadblocks you’ve encountered in life? Without them, you would be void of strength, inner strength, strength of character, void of valuable lessons and experience. Without these lessons, you could not speak from experience when helping others. You could not empathize, only imagine, empty of genuine understanding and caring. Fear not, for you already do help others. Perhaps you are not making headlines, but your actions, you, influence others in their thought and deeds.
Embrace the obstacles for they have shaped and guided you so that you can be of help to others. No need to compare yourself with those who seem to have it all together, for they, too, have empty spaces waiting to be filled.
You are you. Beautiful. Unique. Imaginative. Worthy. Yet at times impatient, doubting, fearing. Why race to the end? Why not enjoy each kernel of the journey? Make peace with right now. Love this moment.
The cobwebs of winter will melt away and spring will bring fresh new insights and inspiration. This is the cycle of life. Participate willingly.
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