Your life’s work is not an exclusive, invitation-only, limited-time offer. There is no mystery, no magic, no secret.
Writers write. Preachers preach. Ministers minister.
Dancers dance. Singers sing. Artists make art.
And so on.
What are you waiting for?
Do what you want to be.
Wheee! Timely advice. Lovely lupin, too. Thank you.
Glad you liked it! As the post title says, it’s mostly a note to myself–but you’re welcome to listen in.
I know – but it just seems like every time you post a blog it’s spot on with something I’ve been thinking about myself and your words tip me gently over the fence into greener pastures. Serendipity? Collective consciousness? I’m grateful you think out loud.
Thanks!
Thank you for the lovely and challenging thought. So often I feel like I’m waiting for something and never know what it is. It’ s really up to me, isn’t it?g
Hi, Deborah! Yes, that’s exactly it. It’s like waiting in line, getting lost in thought, and suddenly realizing you’re next—it’s your turn!