Showing posts with label passion. Show all posts
Showing posts with label passion. Show all posts

Thursday, 23 January 2014

An invaluable lesson from Tony Goldwyn

The strangest thing happened to me last night. So strange that I had to take some time to process what happened because of how and where it happened. Particularly since it came from a source I least expected but a lesson I was meant to receive and learn came through loud and clear. A lesson that is forcing me to come out of the closet about one of my guilty pleasures. Forcing me to come out of the closet about my fear of publicly speaking about my writing.
I am so addicted to ABC’s Scandal that I watch something about it every single day. So much so that my children and husband now roll their eyes up in their heads when they walk past my computer and see I am watching yet another thing about Scandal. Like a true addict,  I am so embarrassed to be watching another interview with Kerry Washington, Tony Goldwyn or Shonda Rhimes that when one of my family members walk by, I quickly switch the screens so I don’t have to see the look of disgust on their faces! Crazy that I came into this whole Scandal thing so late but now I am so hooked I can’t seem to get enough of it. But I regress.
The strange thing happened to me was while watching an interview with Tony Goldwyn on Spreecast from 2013 on YouTube ( an amazing invention by the way - You Tube that is). Tony said something that struck a chord so deep within me that I felt like he had been delivered to me at the moment for a reason. An angel least expected.
In response to a question posed by Tangela, who is probably the greatest fan of Scandal, about making it without a name, Tony told her that having talent is only a small percentage of making it, that 10% of success comes from inspiration while 90% of it comes from perspiration. He described how watching an actor from Breaking Bad do his job with an intense passion proved to him that anybody can make their dreams come true.  But first we have to believe in our own dreams and work hard to make them happen. To not be afraid to tell people about them. To not be afraid to talk about them all the time. To not be afraid to speak into existence what we most desire and dream about. And then not be afraid to do the work to make our dreams happen.
A light bulb went off in my head when I heard his words. I am very passionate about writing and have been since I can remember but I allowed others to diminish my passion by accepting them telling me everyone wants to be a writer and anyone can write. By believing them when they questioned why I thought I was more special than anyone else who is aspiring to be a writer. So for years, including now, I have hidden my writing. Kept it almost as if it is a dirty little secret that only certain people are allowed to know. Almost as if I am too ashamed to expose this writing thing that gets me up in the morning. That sets the tone for the day.
I realized without a doubt that I have hidden that aspect of myself because it does not fit the persona that I project every single day. That controlled woman who goes out and gets things done because when I write I have no control over what comes out of me. In order to write authentically, I am forced to let go and let be. To allow the words to come from a place that I don’t even know where the place is. Nor do I understand.
I also realized I don’t have personal photos attached to my blog , instead I have an image of a spiritual woman because at least then I can still hide behind her image rather than showing who I am for what I am. Hearing Tony Goldwyn speak last night made me realize why I was led to interviews because through him I was being led to a truth about myself.  The truth is if writing is my dream, I have to claim it for what it is, go with the flow and speak it to anyone who will listen rather than being afraid of who will discover what I write and whether my readers will like what I write.
Writing is a very personal thing because it comes from places deep within. Places where there are no right or wrong. No rhyme or reason. Only what is meant to be. And it is my passion. My gift. And I am owning it. Claiming it for what it is and what it makes me.
So today world look out because I’m coming out. I want the world to know. Got to let it show. I am a writer and I am proud of it. Two guilty pleasures colliding to help me to understand I am my writing and my writing is me.

Wednesday, 15 January 2014

Falling in love is a beautiful thing

Falling in love is a beautiful thing
A liberating thing
A pill called ecstasy
For free
It opens us
Wide
To the World
Here and Now
It makes us vulnerable
Fragile
Fresh
It allows us to explore
Deep
Deep
Down
It sends shivers up and down our spine
It allows us to breathe
Really breathe
And closes no doors
But leaves them all open
Beckoning us
To enter
Whichever one we choose
It is the sun rising in the morning
The burst of red
In a sun setting sky
It is the smell of a rose
The call of a dove
The waves crashing on the shore
It is the music of life
That which sustains us
And maintains us
Yet grows us
There is nothing like
Falling in love
With who we are and what we are
There is nothing like the rush
Of falling in love
And it can come every day
In every way
Unexpected of course
But liberating nonetheless
It is finding and exploring our passion
Letting it carry us
To the gates of love
Thrusting us through
So we explode
With joy
And abandon
Falling in love
There is nothing like it
It is the first kiss
The first caress
The look that carries us away
From this world to the next
Where magic
And fantasy coexist
With reality
It is the rollercoaster that takes us to the highest heights
Then drops us before we can let out a breath
Falling in love is magic
And I try to do it
Again and again
By engaging in my passion
Letting it carry me away
So I can create
And be me
Wonderful
Loving
Compassionate
Me
Falling in love
There is nothing like it
At all
In this entire world
The rush
The urgency
The feel
Love
Wonderful
Breathtaking
Love
I love falling in love
Because
Falling in love is a beautiful thing
A liberating thing
Love