I have never been one to do things in the traditional way mainly out of necessity. I have had to become an inventor of sorts. Creativity has been my friend.
It amazes me when I realize how “boxed” in some people are thinking there is but one way to accomplish a goal and how they question the validity of alternate routes.
There was a time in my life that I admired the people who were able to follow the traditional approach and even wished that I could be like them. I wanted their life.
They had perfect childhoods with perfect families, order not chaos, high school, college, career, marriage, and friends that had been with them through it all. All of them following an expected pattern. Some were even able to replicate the pattern as they started families of their own. Note – perfect to those on the outside looking in!
As someone who has moved more times than I can recall, I envied the fact that some of them were able to be born, live, and die in the same community. (Now, I see that in an entirely different perspective!)
I experienced a time in my life where I was extremely depressed because I felt that since my life did not fit into that perfect “box” that I was not equal to, or better yet, less than others.
I became toxic to myself. I was poisoning myself in a way that I could not see. Comparison kills hope, dreams, happiness, and satisfaction.
Even though I was achieving, I often felt shame overshadowing my greatest accomplishments because of the road that I had to follow. I had many detours and road closings along the way. I could not take Main Street in many cases but rather had to take the back streets! It was often “me” that was “under construction.”
As I completed my first book and submitted it to the publisher (with many thanks to my “Editor-In-Chief,” Fairfield Bain), I was overcome with some strong emotions. Something happened to me when I reached “The End.” It was a book that I have needed to write my entire life and almost didn’t because I felt unqualified.
It is MY story. I reached the destination. I finally grabbed onto the passion and purpose that God placed in my heart so many years ago and embraced the path it took me to get there.
I have never felt more victorious in my entire life.
A few lessons that I learned along the way that I want to share.
- It does not matter where you came from. Focus on where you are going and whom you meet along the way.
- Faith requires bold steps and action toward an unknown outcome otherwise it is not faith. He wants us to get out of the boat. He wants to catch us.
- Sometimes having it all together in one place keeps us from seeing the beauty that is along another road.
- When we get to the end, we can look back and see God’s presence the entire way, especially when we faced “detours.” Normally, He was the one holding the sign!
- If we all took the same road, it would be really crowded and noisy. God likes to meet us in the silence.
- When we are following OUR path, the one that God made just for us, we shine and light the way for others.
- Seek God first. Consult Him when making plans. Often He can tell you when a “toll” road lies ahead.
- It is never too late to become who you might have been!
- Follow your passion. It leads to your purpose.
- Sometimes, we just have to breathe.
Until Next Time,