Thursday, March 31, 2011

Waking up in Willy Wonka's Chocolate Factory


Allow yourself to feel your fears, doubts and flaws. I give you permission to speak deeply about ALL these parts of YOU. /via SusanAkaSARK

I don't know of anyone who doesn't fear rejection. It doesn't feel good. I'm sure you'd agree. We all want to be liked. We all want to be successful in our lives. We want to be loved and accepted. At the same time we might also fear the delight of being liked, being successful, loved and accepted.

When I decided to "go public" and officially start my business I played the "What if" game as I often do. What if no one likes my shop items? What if NO ONE purchases any of it? What if my words are kooky, dorky and trivial? What if I'm not able to fulfill my purpose; my mission? What if I don't even know what it is? What if I can't inspire others? What if I can't express the impact discovering creativity has had on my life? What if I don't know how?

At the same time I would ask: What if people really like it? What if a lot of people purchase it? What if I do fulfill my purpose; my mission? What if I do know what it is? What if I can inspire others? What if I can express the healing and transformational power of creativity? What if I do know how? ....

There was a time in my life when I wouldn't have even considered the p-o-s-s-i-b-i-l-i-t-y.

The word courage gets tossed around a lot. The ideas of walking through the fear, stepping out of the box, gets tossed around a lot. For me it has become a matter of accepting that there are possibilities. Life is a walk down a long hallway of closed doors. In our fear we choose not to open them or lacking in self esteem we sit and wait to hear a knock, an invitation. Often when that invitation comes we don't know what to say, how to answer, what to do. It can be scary not knowing what lies on the other side, but if we don't choose to open the door, if we don't choose to answer the knock...we will never know.

Today I am aware that there are p-o-s-s-i-b-i-l-i-t-i-e-s and I am choosing to open a door here and a door there. I'm choosing to clean the windows; spotted and dirty from the winter's rain. Sometimes I feel overwhelmed by all the possibilities I know are out there; they are endless. Where do I start? Where shall I go? Which shall I choose first?

It's as though I went to sleep craving a piece of chocolate and woke up in Willy Wonka's Chocolate Factory.



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