Hi you guys,
Same day, different year!
I’ve posted this essay for the past three years and well, it’s my story and I’m stickin’ to it!
Love you, Carry on!
xox
It’s my birthday today.
Yep, another year older. I’m game for that. It still remains better than the alternative.That is until death makes me a better offer.
Once upon a long time ago, a wise man told me that it’s very important to meditate on the day of your birth and to set an intention for the year to follow.
He also told me a story that I swallowed hook, line and sinker, and it went something like: Either the night before, or the night of your birth, you go before a council, in your dreams. You then state your case as to the reasons why you should be allowed to remain on the planet for another year.
What will you add?
What mark will you leave?
Who will you effect?
Will you move further toward your purpose, or stay asleep?
When he explained that to me over coffee and a huge dose of caffeinated conviction –– I took it very seriously…and I still do.
I used to look around at the people who appeared to just be marking time, figuring their council session probably didn’t go so well. Until I realized, someone could be wondering that about me. Everyone’s entitled to have an off-year, right?
The older I get, the more I understand that this is not a dry run. This is the real deal.
You’ve gotta try your damnedest to find out why you’re here, and then get on with it.
What do you think you last told the council?
That you’re going to spend another year at that dead-end job, or in that abusive, loveless marriage?
That you’re not going to take that trip you’ve always dreamed about…again?
That you’re not going to take any chances…you’ll be sitting on the sidelines, playing it safe again this year?
How would that go over with them? I’m thinkin’ not so good.
We may be given some slack in our twenties, ’cause we’re newbies, but by now, we had better make a hell of a case for walking the planet for another 365 days.
I only get the privilege of being me this one time around. I’m not looking at blowing it.
Maybe I stood before the council last night, or maybe it will be tonight. Doesn’t matter. I’m prepared, notes in hand, maybe even a PowerPoint presentation, my intention set.
I plan on kicking some serious butt this year.
Wish me luck.
Xox
