I hit 1000 views last night. No really, me, the perfectionist that has spent half my life talking myself out of trying new things, going to crazy places and having the adventures I’m jealous of when I get wind of them. The one who has faked a fierceness second only to a true Queen at the diplomatic table.
1000 times someone made the conscious choice to see what a flawed, often manic, middle-aged, outcast, overly critical, high expectations having, give you the shirt off your back type of American suburban imperfection has to say.
How touched am I when I’m told I spoke to someone’s spirit? How honored am I that they believed in me enough to take a break from their own reality to chance a peek at the inner workings of my chaotic mind?
Tears fall as I realize it’s not over, my dreams, my hopes and perhaps my purpose, may still unfold and that inspite of things not being what I thought they would be when I arrived at this station in life’s journey, I am on the way. That it’s never too late to be on the way.
What would happen if we all were on OUR way. Will you join me? Will you dream inspite of yourself? Will you step out onto that clear walk above the Grand Canyon of life? I have your back. Listen to those who have you, to La Voz, your children, strangers with a light only you can see. It’s never too late to dream. Thank you for indulging in mine.
Martin Luther King, Jr. said, “Faith is taking the first step even when you don't see the whole staircase.” I did that, you followed and I am recharged, renewed, re-energized and filled with gratitude. A bit, speechless...
I'll stand beside you...and join you. But you may need to hold my hand at times. Hope you don't mind.
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