No, I mean, really. Every stop and think about it? The person you would like, in your head, to plan and design and hopefully execute. An exciting, in-demand go-getter? A quiet, studious introvert, dedicated to plants and animals but not to people? A famous ballplayer or scientist, or even a poet?
It came up as a movie line this afternoon. And I jumped on it. Thinking only of possibilities without restrictions, I started writing:
Who do I want to be? I want to be the gal who isn’t uptight. Who’s so relaxed about things that she draws others to her. Who thinks before she speaks……but one who can pop out in spontaneous, clever things too, who makes others laugh.
I want to sculpt. To shape clay into beautiful shapes and figures that just speak to the soul.
And I want to sculpt words so that they melt the heart and shape it into an eternally new shape with new insights into how to love other people. And with all of that, I want to share it–to pass my words on as a gift.
I want to give gifts that stun. That make your heart catch in your throat, and tears come to your eyes. That sting, that salty taste you get because you’re choking on them? That’s the impact that I’m looking for when I try to show you how deeply I care for you, about you and where you spend eternity.
That’s not such a bad thing, is it? Then why do we let the daily time-wasting routine moments get in the way and steal most of our time? I want to skip most of that stuff, and concentrate on what is essentially the real me. To concentrate the time I have left in accomplishing the most important things. Now the only challenge is to just figure out how.