I have a mission. Seriously, it’s big.
I’m gonna change the world.
I start with this because, truly, it’s where I live. I talk about it, I think about it, I dream about it, I embark on embarrassing paths of self experimentation about it. I live, eat, breathe, sleep, and pour change from my being. I love the idea that everything can be different, more amazing, more possible. And at the same time, while I have great ideas and plans and I act and choose and don’t act or choose and then do something else, I know all along that it’s happening, but it probably doesn’t look anything like I’d intended. Good. Because I couldn’t begin to use my cognitive mind to envision the greatness of what is actually possible.
Really, the thing is, I believe in choice. I choose every thing, including points of view, stories, realities… what else is possible?
You see, I could be ordinary, and fit in, and try to be a part of what the world tells me I’m supposed to do. And holy cats, from the outside, I’m doing a fine job of doing it right! I have a career in education, pets that have lived multiple years, bills that get paid, a place of my own on a tiny mountain surrounded by solitude and beauty. I have an incredible amount of joy in my life, I laugh all the time, I grin every day, and I have amazing human beings as my friends.
All of these things are awesome. And then also, I have so much fire and spirit and passion and, oh, alright, zest for life, and for my mission. Because it matters. I’m gonna change the world. And that’s the part that seems not to quite fit - that this is my focus. That this takes priority for me. That seems to be… unusual. So I’m hoping that I reach you, whomever is reading this and getting fired up, and that you might feel that same sense of urgency. That we got sh*tto do. We got whole worlds to impact. Hurry up! I want to be inspired by you, and inspire you right back. How does it get any better than that?
Truth: I don’t have anything figured out. I don’t think anyone does. And why should you? That means you’ve got this conclusion and it has to be a certain way. Then what if something absolutely different shows up and you can’t see it because it doesn’t fit your expectation? I like to blow up all my beliefs and stories and then try not to create new ones, and then blow those up, too.
But I do this in a useful and fun way, and I seem to be living a pretty awesome and joyful life that might be out of the ordinary, but yay!
Or maybe these things matter to you, that the world might call me a runner, an apocaloptimist, a lapsed cyclist, completely whole-hearted, joyful, happy-go-lucky, enthusiastic, a try-not-to-be-self-indulgent navel gazer, INFP, Pisces, introvert, Enneagram type 4… and I’m probably what normal people would consider a hippie, though I consider myself down to earth and pragmatic about it – no patchouli, few flowing skirts, I don’t chant and though I should, I rarely do yoga. I do shower outside every day, use cloth napkins, and go barefoot a lot. I love country life and city visits. I snort a lot when laughing, and I laugh all the time - angry, sad, happy… it’s all kind of funny. I have a decent intellect when you measure it by tests. I give good presence. Yes, that’s just what I meant to say.
Once again, this is all just one moment’s subjective take. Especially since I adore growing and being even better. So if you want to know me, you should say so. Ask me to go for a ride or run, a walk with tea, a book choosing adventure. Be interested in not normal, in living up to extraordinary, and in believing in any possibility. Let's go be us in our own authentically odd selves, together, and see if we exponentially raise each others' awesomeness. Even for a little while.
Now that would be extraordinary.