I’m a believer. In humans. In the power and creativity and resourcefulness of people.
I am a human.
Ergo, it would be the logical thing to assume that I am always acutely aware of my own power, creativity, and resourcefulness.
However, just as I’m not completely convinced that the human beings that cut me off in traffic by making left-hand turns from the right-hand lanes actually have brains, I’m also not always completely sold on myself.
Although at least if I’m going to make that turn I’m going to use my blinker…
I’ve gone through my fair share of rough patches in the self-confidence department. I’ve gone through slumps, I’ve gone through periods of time that I felt lost and completely unsure of my direction in life. There have been days when getting out of bed seemed like the most impossible and daunting task on the planet.
I recently had one of those days after a few weeks of build-up. I just couldn’t get out of bed. I felt beat up emotionally. I cried a lot. I wondered a lot about decisions I had made. I felt like my future was bleak. I wanted to be left alone. I wanted to be hugged. I didn’t know what I wanted. I didn’t know how to fix it.
A tiny little voice in my head told me to go listen to Deepak Chopra’s The Seven Spiritual Laws of Success which I had randomly discovered days earlier (yes, the voices in my head come up with all sorts of crazy stuff. Sometimes I even listen to them.)
I was lying in bed listening to his voice and waiting for something to happen, halfway expecting nothing to happen, but feeling in my gut that there was something there for me. When he spoke of dharma, or purpose in life, a lightbulb went off. Dharma states that everyone has a unique talent and unique way of expressing it that fills a unique need in the world. When talent and need meet, something magical happens.
I thought in that moment – I am going to write a book.
Now this is not the first time this thought has crossed my mind. In fact, it was something I always wanted to do since I was very little. But time and age and experience happened and I never really thought I was good enough to write a book.
But, here I am, feeling in my gut that writing a book is exactly what I am going to do.
Do I have the details yet? Nope. Do I have a rough draft going? Yes. And most importantly I have the conviction that it is something I am meant to do. That it’s my dharma. So no choice! And it feels good.
Sometimes good stuff comes out of some rough places. Opportunity knocks when we least expect it. Will you hear it when it does? Will you be brave enough to open the door and see what it has to offer?