today has not been good, to say the least. i need to deal with some stuff that’s stressful and not conducive to a happy holiday, and i’ve felt anxious and tearful. in fact, i’ve had to keep reminding myself of my favourite mantra: “no-one has died… no-one’s going to prison”.
so i’ve been in need of inspiration, to say the least. thanks to my friend keris, i have it. through her blog, i found alex beauchamp’s sites (there are many, going back many years, to peruse - for an online girl like me, this is as good as finding your favourite new author’s back catalogue available free).
today i found the perfect piece of writing to comfort me on alex’s girl at play blog. it’s not about what i’m going through today, but it is about something i can relate to. i’ve experienced the fear and self-doubt she describes, and worried i wasn’t talented or healthy enough to move forward with my life.
i’ve sometimes done things wrong, to protect myself. i’ve pretended i was okay when i wasn’t, tried to fool myself that i wanted things i didn’t, used the wrong techniques to motivate myself, and lived in fear of failure. often i still do.
none of this is relevant to my problems today - and yet it is all relevant. i can’t help feeling that being really clear about your goals, trusting the universe to provide and believing in yourself brings good into your life. whereas living like everything will always end in disaster - aka: my modus operandi - doesn’t. i rarely feel happy; instead i feel smug when things go as badly as i’d predicted. it’s a comfort, but a very small one.
so i’m forced - no, i choose - to ask myself the hard questions from now on. for me, the hard questions are: what do i want to do? (never mind what people think); what is right for me? (never mind what people think) and what will make me feel good? (never mind what people think).
i wonder what might happen if instead of expecting the worst, i expected the best.
what if i do the things i really want to do, go after the things i really want from life, refuse to take on projects that bore me or aren’t worthy of me? (that was hard to type, but it’s true: some things - and even some people - are not worthy of my time, and the better stuff will never come my way if i don’t stand up, speak out and move on).
i’ve always known this, but now i have an example. in alex, i have proof that following your heart, refusing to compromise on happiness, and being true to your creativity can be the best move you could ever make.
in the darkness, i see a chink of light.
i smell hope.
i feel inspired.