There is no doubt that I am my Father's daughter. I am certain that a good deal of my love of literature and reading and writing has come from him. He introduced me to books like Think and Grow Rich and 10 Days to a Great New Life even as a young girl and I remember the first time I read Jonathan Livingston Seagull...I couldn't believe that a single book could touch me SO deeply with such impact. I'm not even sure I recognized it at the time, but I think subconsciously that THAT is the reason I wanted to write. I found myself lost in the pages and I remember envisioning the writers words almost as if I were watching a movie...it was miraculous and intoxicating.
So I started writing poetry regularly and when I started singing at the tender age of 11 , I knew I wanted to be a song-writer too. Singing was just always something that I DID, and I laugh when I look back now, at how I found my voice by listening to an eight-track tape of The Carpenters while on a trip to California with my family when I was just 10 years old. ( really going out on a limb dating myself here...) It was the only tape we had, much to my brother's chagrin, and the poor guy had to listen to me belt out Rainy Days and Mondays and Close To You for three whole weeks. (I guess I really should thank him for that.) By the end of that trip, I was hooked and I just knew that it was my destiny to be a singer for the rest of my life.
I left for L.A. when I was 18 to study voice at Musicians Institute in the depths of downtown Hollywood and I ended up recording my first album in Nashville about 9 years later... I got signed by a Canadian Record Company shortly after and was on the verge of a distribution deal when I just decided to pull the plug. I knew the next step was going to be a big one, and I had 2 young boys at home and I just didn't want someone else to raise them while I was on the road...So I quit, switched gears and let go of that dream, believing that that chapter of my life was just over...
Why am I telling you all this? Fast forward 30 some years and after ping-ponging through several other career paths and struggling to figure out what my purpose on this planet is, I am now back to writing and doing what I love... which is still using my voice, but just in a different way. Now my work is joyful and easy and inspiring.
It often feels like a part of my play and I feel very blessed. But it was always a choice.
It has often been said that if you "do what you love, the money will follow..." , but sometimes that can be easier said than done. We have been brought up to believe that "hard work" is the only way to actually make a living... and that can often lead us to discount how valuable and profitable our natural gifts can be. Many people have even been programmed from birth that life is a struggle and that if it's too easy, we are not trying hard enough...or that is our duty to go to school, get a good education, go to college or University, get a degree and then go and get a good job. Then...and ONLY then will we be rewarded with all of the money and prosperity that we desire. But often, getting a "good" job has nothing at all to do with doing what we love...
Hence the large portion of the population who hate their jobs and do whatever they can to just GET TO Friday...But it doesn't have to be that way.
Ask any number of folks living on their own terms and crushing it...and almost all of them will tell you that they finally stopped trying... NOT to be an artist, a writer, a chef, a mechanic or even a healer...because deep in their core, they know that THAT is who they truly are. It's not until we stop denying our true nature and allow ourselves to step into our authentic gifts, (even and especially when it is easy) that we can let the path of our destiny unfold. The easier something is for you, the more likely it is that you were meant to do it in the first place.
So...what is it for you that has always been a part of the thread of your being? Are you a killer organizer, or a naturally gifted intuitive, or do you have an amazing eye for photography, or are you fluent in many languages? Whatever it is, just remember that those gifts were given to you for a reason... and as William Shakespeare once said..."The meaning of life is to find your gift...The purpose of life, is to give it away ."
I think he may have been on to something.
To your greatness,
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