I think that when it comes to writing, at least for me, the hardest part is inspiration and motivation. I have a hard time making myself sit down and write. I have to feel the spark… the pull. The second hardest part… knowing where to start.
Tonight my muse was my very special friend, Brittney. I say special because she is. She is an incredibly sweet unique soul. There are people we meet in our lives that we just click with. Like our souls have known each other for a very long time and were drawn back to one another. Completely different lives, backgrounds, childhoods, interests… but when you meet them, its like you’ve never not known them. I have been incredibly lucky to find a few of these people in my short life here. She is one of these people for me. A best friend, a soul mate.
Okay, I guess the best way to start is to dive into it. I might get crucified for this but so be it. Its my blog, my heart, my feelings.
Lately I have been feeling… unwanted. I don’t want to go into excessive details. I truly dont want to hurt anyones feelings, despite the fact that no ones seems to have any qualms about hurting mine. And its made me very angry… bitter. And very hurt. And the fact that I allow myself to be hurt by this behavior (which was in every way expected), pardon my french, pisses me off. If I know whats going to happen, why do I still allow it to sting me? Because I care, damn it.
After some venting and some talking and some great friends validating my feelings, I decided that I had a choice to make. I could sulk, and complain. I could let my feelings ruin mine and everyone elses day. I kind of got into a fight with my husband this morning so I may have started leaning towards that first choice to start. I honestly feel a little entitled to a pity party sometimes. But its my party, I shouldnt go gate crashing other people’s days. So the second choice was to remember who I am and remember my purpose.
My purpose in this life, I have determined through many hours of soul searching and praying, is service. Everything that I have ever felt desire to do, professionally, recreationally… has been service oriented. I am here to live a life of service to others. With a full and grateful heart I serve my children. With love and joy I serve my husband. With respect and humbleness I offer service to my parents. With all that I am, I offer myself to my friends and family members. And when I am able… I serve whoever is in need of me. This is my purpose. To help, to guide, to listen, to protect, to just… be there wherever and whenever I am needed. To do whatever it is that I can.
So with my heart full of love and purpose, I chose to be a light. I went, I smiled, I attempted to engage… I failed. So I redirected myself. I had a wonderful day. I was a duck and let the feelings of inadequacy and rejection roll off my back. I focused on what I could control and that was myself. I got a dozen kisses and hugs from my little nephew, and my other was completely enamored with his gift I gave him. Oh that made me feel SO GOOD! I’m horrible at choosing toys and I feel so sick about it. But this little voice kept going back to the Legos… my children love them, but I wasnt sure how they would feel about them. I think Legos are such a great toy.They are great facilitator for learning, imagination, gross and fine motor skills, sharing… I could go on. We love our legos and I was just in heaven watching my nephew build and imagine. Over. The. Moon.
I tell you all that to bring us to where we are now. Brittney knew that I was feeling some apprehension about today, so being the amazing person she is, asked me about my day and how the whole thing went. I was happy to tell her that I had a great day despite it not actually going the way I wanted it to. And she reminded me of something that I havent thought about in a while. A silly but altogether very serious goal that I have set for myself. Something that I have desired to do since I was a little girl.
And that my friends… is to change the world.
I know, sounds like a tall order for one person. But really… it’s not.
Change… it starts with one person. And a small change, like a drop in a bucket, can add up to big things. And the change starts with me. I have to change my heart. I have to choose to see the good, seek it out if I must. And if I can’t find the good, then I must BE the good. I’m going to start with me. Find my light, my peace, my happiness. And then when I’ve got my light shining… share it with others. Be their light, their peace, help them find their happiness. It all wraps up into my purpose of service.
Watch out, world. I’m coming. And I’m coming with love in my heart and a smile on my face. And if you don’t like it… suck it. This little light of mine? Im gonna let it shine. You can’t dull my sparkle. You can’t keep me down. Insert other empowering, inspiring statement here. Seriously, though… It’s an amazing thing to think… that one person could change the world. And one person can. You can. Because while you may not be able to reverse global warming, or end world hunger… you have the power to change your life. You have the ability to affect other people’s lives. A smile, a hand held out, a kind word… a listening ear, a thoughtful gift… it’s not always the grand gestures, the donations, the big things… Sometimes the biggest effects come from the smallest of places.
So like a warrior I stand ready to face the next battle. But I am not unarmed. And I am certainly not alone.