dream at first thought
One day I dared to dream. I decided that I would put my innermost self on display for others to accept, reject or (even worse) ignore. What was I thinking? This is scary.
It is much easier to go to work every day and do what is required of me as an employee of a much larger organization for which I am not responsible for running. At the end of the day, there isn't much risk involved in that. There is a clear road map to success. Of course, there are always risks of layoffs and horrible bosses. But for the most part, I can do my job without being vulnerable in any way whatsoever.
I was pretty safe until one day I dared to dream. I wondered if just maybe I had written music that someone else might want to hear. And therefore, if someone may want to hear it, then how would that happen? Hoarding my work wasn't doing anyone any good.
The only problem with sharing, however, is that my heart and soul would then be on display to anyone I let hear my work. This wouldn't be a report that I typed up to meet a set deadline or list of requirements. This would be me with no filter, possibly sharing feelings that I had never verbally said to anyone in my life ever. Again, what am I thinking?
I guess I was thinking that I could be brave for once. I was thinking that maybe I would stop pretending that someone else was holding me back. I was thinking that the encouraging quotes that I read all the time might actually be true. So I adopted one for my new venture. I adopted a quote that I could actually remember and rehearse each day. A quote that left no room for excuses.
"She believed she could, so she did."