What will you write next in the story of your life?
A Tale of Dreams #1:
There once was a little girl who had big dreams. She had all these ideas of what she could become “when she grew up.” She was full of life and had an inner calling to be all she could be. Her warmth and love of life radiated and she fearlessly experimented with different ideas, creations, and wanted to keep learning new and exciting things. Everything was shiny and exciting She wanted to try it all! She wanted to help people, to really make a difference. And she knew she had it in her.
As she grew up, she began to notice that adults didn’t have the same zest for life and she started hearing things like, “you have to work hard if you are going to get anywhere in life” and she saw how tired they were. When she told adults about her dreams, many would say, “Ha! Good luck with that. That’s a one in a million chance. Very few people make it like that.” She wanted to get places, so she began to work hard. She still did things she loved, but she started to focus her energy on things that “had” to get done first. She would work hard, then rest and play later. But later started to get further away, and then slowly stopped being there at all.
Five years past, then ten. She had a husband she adored and kids she loved and a home. She had a steady job. She had some friends, a few hobbies she would pull out here and there when she had some energy. Life was good, she had checked the boxes. Or was it? Somewhere inside her, there was this nagging feeling that she had lost touch with herself, that she had given up on some piece of herself that knew she could be more. Where was that little girl who had the passion and promise of being all she could be? And how did that promise and potential just…slip away?
One morning, as she was washing her face, she found herself looking in the mirror and she barely recognized herself. “How did this happen?” she wondered. She vowed to herself that she was going to do something about it. Tomorrow, she decided. Yes.
But tomorrow the kids needed something, then she had a meeting suddenly scheduled she had to get to, and her lunch hour disappeared, and when she came home she was utterly exhausted. Tomorrow, she thought, tomorrow.
The week went by, then another, and then a month. Things aren’t so bad, she thought to herself. Life is good. She ignored the restlessness that crept up, smushing it down with the other parts of her that she had learned to hide. She cried herself to sleep sometimes. And woke some mornings with dread about the day, but she pressed no. Another few months went by, then a year. And suddenly, ten more years had gone by.
“It’s too late for me now,” she thought to herself. I could have been more, I know I had it in me, but life got in the way. It happens. It happens to everyone. This is just the way it is.
A Tale of Dreams #2 – An alternate ending:
One morning, as she was washing her face, she found herself looking in the mirror and she barely recognized herself. “How did this happen?” she wondered. She vowed to herself that she was going to do something about it.
She knew that she could not wait any longer. She had waited enough. She decided that there was no time like the present to take action. She couldn’t change her life by doing the same things she was doing – that was the very definition of the insanity loop. She knew she needed to do something different if she wanted to get different results. She went online, made some calls, and lined up some steps to get support.
“It’s never too late” she thought to herself. I wish I had done this earlier, but there is not sense in stewing in the past. At least I am turning the ship around now. The sooner I begin to make changes, the sooner I will experience a sense of fulfillment and really being able to be all of who I can be.
I am in charge of my own destiny – and I’m going to do something about it. Now.”
Which story are you living?
Which one do you want to live?
And if you’re not living the one you want to be living – What are you going to do about it?
It’s never too late to write a new story. This is your life. YOU get to create it.
Until next time…
With love and light,
Nicole Justine Cavanaugh