Do what you love and love what you do. I’ve heard this simple phrase so many times, but lately it has been making me question whether or not I actually “walk the walk” when it comes to carrying out and “wearing” my passions in my daily life. Maybe you have thought about this, too? Are we participating in activities that energize and excite us? Or, are we walking down a runway that appears to be safe and stable, yet we are stumbling as we attempt to stay in a straight line? When I thought about these questions, the answers made me realize that some of my focuses need to shift.
We have so many types of “weather” in our lives, and while I prefer the beautiful, sunny days during which I am comfortable and content, I must learn to exist under all types of weather in order to truly learn about myself and experience each day. I wrote this post over the course of two weeks and almost didn’t finish it; I have had a difficult time putting my thoughts into a piece that makes sense to me. There were points where I would stop and feel that the words I was writing did not reflect how I have been actually working through some recent difficult “storms” in my life. This photo is a snapshot of my heart and these words are a peek into my soul.
I enjoy being alone sometimes. I love silence, but I also appreciate noise — like being alone in a crowded room. Something about being alone brings me back to center. It resets me, especially if I’m listening to a song; music really brings me back to who I am. Being by myself slows me down, and allows my mind to be still with solitude, but at the same time busy with clarity.
My life is composed of thousands of musical notes. Each of these notes has been carefully placed in a particular rhythm and tune to make up the moments of my life. There are musical notes that I have created on my own, and then there are certain musical notes that have been placed in my life’s song by certain influential people in my life. One of the most important people who has placed some this music in my life’s song is my dad.
With St. Patrick’s Day festivities fully underway, the word “lucky” has definitely been on my mind. Around this time of year I find myself reverting back to similar thoughts that I had around Thanksgiving of being grateful for what I have in my life, the thought beginning with “I feel lucky” as opposed to “I feel grateful.”