What I Was Thinking....

I used to be like you.

I used to hate my job--and as I drove to work in the morning, I would imagine that I was actually going to a coffee shop to work on my laptop--or heading out somewhere in the desert to paint.

I would practice this every single day--because it's what would put me in such a great mood--that when I got to work, and things started to feel a tad crunchy, I would dip into my daydreams all over again.

Then one day, I had to make a choice.

All my body--all my soul was leaning in on me.

I knew I had to be brave. But I was scared. So scared that I lost sleep. So scared that I stopped eating.

But I ended up letting the fear define my actions--instead of shackle me to it's agenda.

I contemplated what's the worst that could happen?

And decided staying in a job that didn't fuel my spirit was the worst that could be.

So I got out of bed.

Put one foot in front of the other.

I took a deep breath and wrote a letter of resignation.

I talked to people and had to convince them. All the while I was trying to convince myself that I knew what I was doing.

But I didn't.

And guess what?

I still don't.

I still wake up and put one foot in front of the other.

I still take a deep breath and resign myself from certain habits and ways of thinking that are so deeply embed in my being--that letting go feels like an amputation.

I still feel scared and sometimes envision myself doing something else--building a new and exciting dream.

I still am you, you see.

We are no different. We are on the same path actually.

I'm just here to remind you--to breathe, believe, and step forward.

Everything, I promise, is going to be alright.

Actually it's going to be amazing.

(photo by my beloved Hansel)