Today the White Magnetic Worldbringer guides us to let go without fear of what the past represented and what the future may hold. Look to the skies for new ideas.
I had such a discussion with my son yesterday. Since early childhood he has been a poet, expressing his thoughts and emotions in verse, creating clever insight and beautiful inspiration… Reading his words always made me feel so proud… but I never pushed him even though I have to admit I wanted to. He was called by his teachers Mr. Imagination… the next George Lucas.
For a while I was certain he was going to be a mad scientist, always wanting to blow things up. I can’t tell you how many Mentos and bottles of Coke I bought, let alone firecrackers. He had great ideas for new guns and armor made from a special metal. I gave him survival and hunting books, bows and arrows and BB guns, asking him to be responsible by eating whatever he kills. True to form… he has. This Thanksgiving his father is taking him out to again hunt for their turkey dinner.
So when he told me yesterday that the one thing he truly felt passionate about is creating poetry, but that it was stupid because he would never make an money and couldn’t be successful doing it… my heart stopped.
I think it was in the third grade when I wrote my first book. I remember saying to myself as I looked it over, holding it in my hand to feel it’s weight. “I am going to be a writer!” I also knew my limitations, and that I would need to join forces with an illustrator because the pictures I drew to accompany the magnificence of my story lacked to necessary depth to portray the true fun people were having at the carnival while eating ice cream and popcorn.
I’m going to be a writer, I told everyone.
I love advice. I think sharing the best of what you have to offer with others is what it is all about. But when people share from a place fear… Everyone wants to be a writer, I was told. Good luck making any money. Oh, finding a publisher is impossible. Be ready for a lot of rejection.
Being the sensitive soul I am, I felt their fear and believed it to be my own. I had failed before I even tried. So I then spent years trying to figure out what I “should” do. I received a lot more “advice” on other potential careers until other people’s ideas became my own and I finished college with a Business degree from the Haas School at UC Berkeley.
Going to UCB was undoubtedly a magnificent time in my life…. but working in the business world shortly thereafter was uninspiring. The gray cubical walls and later the office with the window imprisoned my mind in a brutal way that seemingly didn’t affect others. It wasn’t where I belonged.
It was then I discovered how much I love to be challenged, so I challenged myself in the worst way. Deconstruction for the years of vitiation came back to a little girl’s dream.
I’m going to be a writer.
But now, my desire to write is wrapped in a mother’s love… to make this world a better place… for my children… for everyone’s children.
I don’t want to tell people what to think… I want to teach people HOW to think.
I don’t care if you want to be an astronaut or build sand castles. If you want to go into politics or become a janitor for the school grounds… it’s all the same to me. Each person, in every position of life is to be respected. The difference is when you are out there sharing, being, doing what you do… do you know why? When you get angry or scared do you destruct or construct? Can you smile for all the right reasons?
I began my quest to prove to my children that following your heart and listening to your dreams is the only way to live. Somehow society’s influence has its hold and daring to BE who we dream is still scary.
It doesn’t have to be. Read this: http://simplesexy.victoriacrystal.com/CP1/FB1 Share this… with everyone. Let’s do this together. Let’s let go of the past without fear and let the future in with a smile. Let’s all make decisions from a place of power and beauty.
I love you Nolan. Dare to BE your Dream…. please.
God they are going to lock me up… aren’t they.
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