It’s just past 1pm over here on the East coast, and I should be hungry for lunch or needing my second dose of caffeine right about now, but I don’t need or want either of those things at the moment. What I need is deeper. What I need right now is a dose of passion (and no I don’t mean the kind that can be fixed with lingerie). I need a reminder that following your dreams is a necessity, not an afterthought. That chasing your BIG ideas and BIG dreams is oh-so-totally worth it in the end. I mean of course I know it is, but I need a billboard to pop up on the side of I75 that says “Keep on going girl!” I realize the billboard is not going to happen in the foreseeable future, so I’ll have to go to plan B, which never fails anyway…
read it, you will not regret the 3 min. it will take you. I promise.
Oriah’s The Invitation
It doesn’t interest me what you do for a living
I want to know what you ache for
and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart’s longing.
It doesn’t interest me how old you are
I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool
for your dreams
for the adventure of being alive.
It doesn’t interest me what planets are squaring your moon…
I want to know if you have touched the center of your own sorrow
if you have been opened by life’s betrayals
or have become shrivelled and closed
from fear of further pain.
I want to know if you can sit with pain
mine or your own
without moving to hide it
or fade it
or fix it.
I want to know if you can be with joy
mine or your own
if you can dance with wildness
and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes
without cautioning us to
to remember the limitations of being human.
It doesn’t interest me if the story you are telling me is true.
I want to know if you can disappoint another
to be true to yourself.
If you can bear the accusation of betrayal
and not betray your own soul.
If you can be faithless and therefore trustworthy.
I want to know if you can see beauty
even when it is not pretty
And if you can source your own life
from its presence.
I want to know if you can live with failure
yours and mine
and still stand on the edge of the lake
and shout to the silver of the full moon,
It doesn’t interest me
to know where you live or how much money you have.
I want to know if you can get up
after a night of grief and despair
weary and bruised to the bone
and do what needs to be done to feed the children.
It doesn’t interest me who you know
or how you came to be here.
I want to know if you will stand
in the center of the fire with me
and not shrink back.
It doesn’t interest me where or what or with whom
you have studied.
I want to know what sustains you
from the inside
when all else falls away.
I want to know if you can be alone
and if you truly like the company you keep
in the empty moments.
My mom always said “it won’t be all rainbows & sunshine” (I’m pretty sure she stole that from Rocky, but nonetheless she made her point). And she was right, it’s not all rainbows & sunshine, but getting to do what I love everyday is a blessing and it makes my non-rainbow days seem not so bad. And reading this poem again (6 times, if you must know), feels good. It’s just the reminder I needed.
I love what I do. LOVE. But I too need reminders that following your dreams is the right thing and the most rewarding thing. And after reading that poem. I feel good. My heart is smiling.
I am happy.
It’s going after what I ache for, whether the sun is shining or not.
It’s not “easy” that I’m chasing after, it’s passion.