Yesterday, she asked UCLA to remove her from their wait list. She simply could not bear to do what needs to be done to accept this extraordinary invitation from Minnesota and have UCLA call next week, and she couldn’t bear to let another gift — the Minnesota seat deposit — be fruitless. Minnesota is a prize in law-school context, and she wanted it to have the chance to feel like it, instead of feeling like another compromise, even though she didn’t even bring a jacket with her. Maybe this is her finally making her way back to her road, and maybe it’s her taking another crazy adventure that this time next year deposits her back at UCLA. Honestly, we don’t know, yet she’s made some bold and hard choices, trying always to heed her lessons and fully aware of the costs of fear and the potential promise of the unknown and uncomfortable.
In fact, that’s my entire point: Nobody knows — until it’s over — whether they are on their my road or their other road. We do our best with what we have to work with — our resources, intuition, and the support of our loving community. If it’s the quick road, awesome. That certainly has its perks. But if it’s not, we can still be headed where we need to go. We can still going to be strong enough to be there when we get there. If you can, listen to the whispers, even when they don’t “add up.” But if you miss a few, don’t give up, and don’t stop listening.
What is most clear to me today is that we can’t sit around waiting for the clarity of the end before we ever begin.
I’ve been talking a lot lately about living the dream and making many adjustments in my life to better understand funding the dream (more on that in a week or so), and through all of it, I’ve realized that living the dream isn’t about being at a dreamy destination. It’s about the way we live every single day.
Living the dream, Wild One, is simply a state of mind.
The mystery is high today. Just keep walking, one thoughtful step at a time, as the path unfolds before you. Living the dream simply means that you journey wide awake to a destination called Truth. Dance along to the rhythm that rises up within you, and make music with the rhythms of the brothers and sisters who share this path.
If you need direction, call on Love… And remember to breathe, Wild One.
*Image credit, humble gratitude, and a ten-fold IOU to The Squidbag whose graphic badassery is the only thing that rivals truly mad blogging skills.