“The one thing that you have that nobody else has is you. Your voice, your mind, your story, your vision. So write and draw and build and play and dance and live as only you can.” ~ Neil Gaiman
Thanks to you, and to some wise and loving friends, I’ve been pushed to a major realization in the past few days. Hilariously (oh, I know you’ll relate to this) it was something other people (friends, husband, family, clients, students, dogs, Aunties, Guides, practically the entire Universe) had been telling me for years. I just hadn’t been ready to hear it yet.
That’s the thing I love about lightbulb moments. I’m always telling my clients this – and it holds true for me, and for you, and for everyone we know too.
You have to get that realization for yourself. YOU need to have that lightbulb come on in your head, to pay attention to that dawning realization and own it with every cell of your body – so that it becomes your truth, rather than simply a concept that you carry around without relating to or truly understanding.
Know what I mean?
Suddenly something inside you lights up and you think, ‘Oh, I get it now!’. And you really do.
Anyway, my realization was about writing, but what I’m going to share counts for all of us. Because it’s true.
We need your voice in the world.
For me, my ‘voice’ is about writing. I love to write, even more than that I’m driven to write, and have been since I was a little girl. But what to write?
I’ve tried lots of things on for size. Corporate writing, ghost writing, poetry (less said about that the better) and novels.
As I’ve agonized over most of that fiction or professional writing for others, I’ve churned out millions (yep, millions) of non-fiction words about my life, my experiences, spirituality, recipes and my psychic experiences. But I never called that writing, and I never considered that it counted.
So now, as I’m sitting on the cusp of a true second chance at life, I feel the gravity of my choices. I don’t want to blow this. What do I choose to pour my still limited energy and boundless passion into?
The choice is clear.
And a little (God, if I’m honest it’s pants-wetting material) terrifying.
I need to write from my heart about the things that only I can tell. You see only I can write about my experiences in the Kimberley, only I can write about what it’s like to wake up on your thirtieth birthday and discover that you can see auras, only I can write about fairies and pirates and the mystical and epic journey of two children who must become who they are, at great odds, rather than walking the known path.
And yesterday I made a start. I even took a photo, for posterity. That’s my friend, busily editing her current manuscript, and my computer, seat vacant for a moment while I make us another cup of tea to wash down all those lollies we’d been eating. 🙂
So, I’m starting with my Kimberley Story.
But how about you?
There are things that YOU do, things that you know, things that only you can put out into the world in your particular way.
There will always be people who’ll dive right in and add more to the pile of what’s already being done. That’s okay too, because that’s how we learn.
The stories inside you, the dress patterns, the garden designs, the music, the ideas, the healing, the science, the teaching, the innovations, the dreams and desires – they are yours alone and you have them for a reason. You are the mother or father to these energies, and it is up to you to birth them into the world, or they can never exist and be shared with others.
And our world will be the poorer for that.
So today I’m asking you to join me. The world’s a crazy place right now. We urgently need more of the good stuff, the authentic stuff. All of us have the ability to add a tiny chink of our special magic to this life; and the thing we bring into being will help others in some way, sparking off more authenticity and magic, because that’s how this whole crazy interconnected Universe works.
You don’t even need to know what your ‘thing’ is just yet. All you ever need to do is have that open questing heart that asks the question and then waits for the answer.
The answer always comes.
And usually those around you have been shouting it for years before you finally blink your sleepy eyes open and see that beautiful truth for yourself.
What is the story that only you can tell?
Maybe it’s time…