I am proud and happily acknowledge the many courage hurdles I have cleared this past year. I am regularly writing to all you wonderful readers. I am discovering a voice that is unique and mine and one that I share with you in its most pure form.
I am experimenting and playing with my photography, happy to give it a go and put my work out there for review.
Day by day, moment by moment, blog post by blog post I am becoming more and more comfortable with me. With my art form.
Just when I was beginning to feel I could leap tall buildings in a single bound, I have stalled.
I am torn between the work my logic tells me I should be doing, my brain, my common sense, my sensible, careful voice.
Competing with my artistic, whimsical, instinctive, feelings that stir around, dropping hints, drifting into my thoughts constantly, edging me towards a project, a calling, a desire.
Sensible brain says you cannot do it, you are not qualified, you are not trained, not ready. Go get a real job. Ouch that one hurts.
Whimsical brain responds gracefully, with tantalising images of me stepping out, in tune with my deepest desires. Moments when I am making a difference and supporting those I love with both time and finance.
Today I sat down and committed to following sensible brain. I worked hard on what I should, on what makes sense. It felt difficult, forced, I struggled and yet I persisted. At the end of the day, with my master list well and truly actioned I felt a sense of achievement and a sense of doubt.
Tomorrow I feel I can now indulge my whimsical brain, I will follow the dreamer. It makes no sense and yet it feels so right.
Is this what it feels like to follow your dreams?
Scary and in disagreement with what seems sensible? The shoulds trying to rattle you and confine you to a sense of norm.
Is this why so many people fall short of realising their dreams completely?
As I wobble and I waiver subtle encouragement drifts down, like a leaf falling from a tree. Floating gently before me, offering up the chance to absorb its message, and steady myself, before sensible brain can stomp on it and edge me closer to despair.
The ever so small signs are there, I am getting closer to my dream, to the life I can still only imagine. My fairytale with the ability to become a reality.
It is all up to me and my will to Dare Greatly.
It is time to adjust my wings, dust myself in sparkle and climb aboard my trusty steed named COURAGE. (nice visual hey).
Three cheers for WHIMSICAL, here I come.
Have you ever fallen short of your dream?
Have you made it all the way? I would love to hear your stories.
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