I’ve held on to my dream for a long, long time: the dream of a business that inspires me to get up in the morning, one that takes into account my values, my skills, my gifts and my hopes for individuals and the world.
Recently I’ve been diving more deeply into the dream, watching the dream morph into something new, something more genuine, something more positive. I used to think these changes in direction were because I was flaky and not committed to one true thing, that I was indecisive and easily swayed by any little idea breeze that ruffled my mind. Today, I’m not so sure this is true.
My dream becomes clearer when I observe who I am.
I learned early in my life to deal with transition. One of my strengths is resilience, another is a love of learning. I am challenged by change, yet I thrive on it. I love to listen and be compassionate with those dealing with loss and sudden change. I love the written word. I learn from new experiences. I am spiritually grounded. It is important to me to find words to describe for my spiritual experiences. I love to teach. I am a student of life. I have something to share.
Story is a marvellous place to bring order to the chaos of an unexamined life. What doesn’t always sit well with me is that story is not the be all and end all. That’s what makes me go deeper. There seems to be more than meets the eye. There is more inside me, out of sight for sure, but important enough to bring to the light. In order to do that I have to set down my certainty, the certainty that “I’ve got it!” I have to let go of my grip on what seems to be the thing, and pick up my shovel.
When I do that I find new things. A willingness to walk through the hard stuff with myself and others, an open mind, an attitude of gratitude, an acceptance of dark and light in all of us, a hope for balance.
The dream is evolving. I am growing. A transition is at hand.
Change can be a challenge. One thing I know, I have to let go of the old before the new can become.