I’ve been trying to work my way through a recent experience. In the beginning there was excitement. I felt I had made my way to a Tribe committed to working together for the good of a local cause and together would take a stand and make a difference. The middle of this particular memoir was fraught with frustration. And the end? Well, the end was painted in bold hues of disappointment.
Within each grand new adventure come opportunities to learn a thing or two. Pretty much the only things we can take away with us from this life are our relationships, our experiences and what we’ve allowed ourselves to glean from them.
Working through the last few weeks, I learned about staying true to myself, and walking away from those who would insist that I shape my voice to fit the confines of their control. It wasn’t an easy decision to make, but the spirit continuously reassured me that it was the right decision.
Since then new opportunities to be of service within my community have opened up. These opportunities are proving to be a much better fit and come without the heavy censorship that defined the previous group. It’s surprised me how much joy I’ve felt once I made the decision to leave the weight of that censorship at the feet of those who felt the need to weld it. I feel like me again. It’s a good feeling.
I’m obviously taking the scenic route to what this post is all about. Every day we are given the chance to seize our day, regardless of the roads we are traveling. Starting now, I’m giving myself permission to carpe the hell out of this diem and every one that follows, with pride in my talents and skills. I hope you’ll give yourself the same.