It would take me hundreds of blog posts to give examples of how fucked
up my life. How I spent almost 30 years of
not following my heart, my intuition to keep my life simple. I love to travel and meet people; I enjoy trading
stories and ideas. I am my happiest when
I am connecting with people. Simple. However I started to complicate my life with
choices which took me into less simple waters.
“You’re so bright so why are you wasting your talents on traveling?” “You have so much potential that you are
letting go to waste.” “Don’t you get
bored?” “How are you going to save for
retirement?”
I listened to all these people give me their perfect advice. They offered
me opportunities and options to settle down.
I stopped listening and started acting.
And all that they promised and prophesized appeared to manifest. However when the rough patches hit, my life
went to shit. When I would turn to
others and ask for help, understanding or a temporary reprieve my words fell on
deaf ears.
It has taken all this time for
me to realize those people were where they wanted to be. They were happy. They became unhappy when I told them I was
unfulfilled with the choices I had made.
The more I squawked, the more they would ramp up their efforts to force ‘compliance’. My unhappiness threatened their belief that
they had imparted the perfect guidance and counsel. I mean, there was no way their advice may
have been a misstep for me.
So today I tend keep to myself.
I share where I am on my journey.
I ask others where they believe they have journeyed on life’s path. When I start hearing the ‘you should’ and the
‘you could’ statements flying about, I stay silent. And
then I keep whomever at an arm’s length.
I cannot live anyone’s idea of a joyful and creative life. I want mine.
Simply mine.
