I've been promoting a free event in May - "In Praise of Bolder Women". It's made me wonder - am I talking about living boldly while holding back part of myself?
A little voice is telling me that could be true. Here's why.
How can I get across to you that taking action on a dream is vital if I'm not sharing the impact of my own dreams?
Part of the responsibility of having a dream is sharing it. So I realised it's time for me to share more fully with you, my readers, so that we are both richer for it. It feels like a really bold step because sharing the reality of those dreams can take me to some vulnerable places. It's easier to hide.
A few years back, when I got real about what I wanted in my life, I began expressing myself through various forms of visual art and also my writing. I discovered my creativity was an expression of my spirituality because it let me listen to my soul's language. I re-claimed dreams that had been constricted and hidden for far too long.
When I was a kid, I wanted black patent leather shoes with tiny straps but my mother bought me a pair of awful brown oxfords. You know the kind. Sturdy and ugly. (Why do mothers do these things to their kids?)
I wore them for about a week, feeling self-conscious and drab. They were stiff and uncomfortable and I hated them with all of my ten year old heart. So I did the only thing any sane kid would do.
I took them to the creek down the road and set them afloat. The last I saw of them they were headed for Waterman's Lake. For all I know they're still there today, terrorizing fishermen who have the misfortune of hooking one.
Now, you need to know that my mother was not a woman to trifle with but I don't remember what transpired when I arrived home barefoot. (Obviously I survived since I'm here to tell the tale.) The fact I don't remember tells me the important part of this story for me was about taking action on something I was passionate about.
Lately, though, it seems I've been wearing those brown oxfords again. It's time for me to take them off and enjoy the feel of the bare earth on my feet again. To re-claim and walk comfortably in my dreams. Won't you join me?
Where are you holding yourself back?
What is the limiting belief or fear that keeps you there?
What would change if you took action on your dream?
What would be possible if you fully lived your dream?
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