Each of you has the potential to tune into the frequency of your own inner voice and then to choose to listen. The “you” that I mention throughout this piece is universal, though the interpretation and plan of action that concludes this post is specific to me and to my life’s path. However, all of us may come to know who we are by accessing our inner Light.
One year. 365 days, 8,760 hours, 525,600 minutes, 31,536,000 seconds…and yet, a certain tiny tick of time seems forever frozen. Why does it seem like only yesterday that my world stopped for a full instant?
These were two “good” options with different projected outcomes. Approaching my delightful dilemma with determination to honor my true passion and drive helped to navigate the decision. I asked myself a crucial question: What choice would I make if money was not a factor?
Money as a motivator seems attractive to many of us. After all, we live in a transaction-based world where the common currency is strips of paper and metal discs rather than our consistency of character. How could we not base our accepted possibilities upon dollars and cents?
How do we quiet the incessant and often-nonsensical unhelpful static to make space to be led by the direction of our inner voice? In other words, how do we listen to our truth?
When we are faced with a pivotal choice it is amazing how many of us choose to ask everyone for what to do next except the one entity that actually lives with the effects of our decisions: Our inner self. Why do we give up our power? Why do we abdicate actively participating in our future?
My sweet and talented cousin read my latest post and felt inspired to write a poem. She presented me with the following incredible gift. I am sharing it with all of you as a reminder to keep dreaming and to encourage you to take the first step down the path to your dream life and career.
A paradox emerges: In order to have enough future security, we must surrender our prior imaginings. It is now imperative to choose something specific and something solid. The whimsical wishes that filled our waking and sleeping dreams before adulthood now seem to only take place during slumbering respites in darkness.
Why? Why is being a “responsible adult” somehow equated with being dreamless? Why is whimsy regarded as a waste of time?
When considering your next career, pause and ask yourself this single question: “How do I align who I am with what I want to accomplish?”