Dreams & Salmon

Life can be so exhausting. We want to better ourselves but feel stuck in a space that is 6’x5’ and 5.5’ tall. It’s like a glorified cell where our dreams are stalled, and hopes are distracted. Do what you must do because you must do it, isn’t any fun.

Where is the thought, “you can be anything you want to be”? Who are we today?

For me, where is that little girl who played basketball with the boys and dolls behind her shed to reduce the jokes made on the court later that day? Right. She’s been encouraged to take that job that was to pay the bills so she could move out on her own to survive. Yet she followed societies advice, “When are you going to find a nice guy and settle down?”. Where did that land her? Most her hard-earned savings to go to medical bills for giving birth to her beautiful blessing of a baby girl. Oh, and raising her alone because the man “God was working on for her” had other plans/desires. Life isn’t fair. It’s tricky.

We aren’t supposed to go with the grain. We are supposed to go against it. So, when are we to get off this path of “ants marching” and into the world wide “I want to be a zoologist, a firefighter, interior designer, flower shop owner…”? Everyone says time flies and it truly does.

Today is the first day of the rest of her life. She’s dusting herself off and going to start writing, creating and living again.

Step 1: Enjoy being back on the wagon with the other solo acts she enjoyed before “her dreamboat hit a reef”.

Step 2: Show her beautiful blessing of a baby girl how life can be splendid when you go against the grain and chase after what you want.

Step 3: Love all that comes into her path. The good, the bad and the f that crap as it unravels. Embrace it and hug the crap out of it and let it go. Plunge forward up into the waterfall as a salmon knows it’s how a legacy is created.

Step 4: Be grateful for each moment. The next isn’t promised. That’s true happiness. That’s what makes us whole.

Time to create!

Solid book for dealing with going solo again: Going Solo by: Robert Beeson

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