Last Saturday I went to my nephew’s second birthday party. While there I talked to my brother-in-law’s brother-in-law. Trust me, I know it’s a mouthful. His sister recently wrote, directed, and starred in a feature film. I became an instant fan. To begin, it was incredibly well done. Also, kudos to her for chasing and capturing her dreams. While talking he noted my knowledge of the industry and asked me if it was a hobby.
I heard myself say it was something I used to study. I rambled about it being something I used to want to do. Slowly but purposefully I retreated to the next room. I said the words in the past tense and it shook me.
To be clear, I’d still like to win an Academy Award. The speech has been half-written for many years and I’ve rehearsed into a hairbrush on several occasions. Regardless, I think I’ll write a script in completion for my own personal satisfaction. And I might do other crazy stuff that I used to consider, dream, or practice as well.
I guess my point is that I don’t like to talk in the past tense about stuff like this because it shouldn’t have an age or experience expiration. Listen, I understand practicality and purpose more than most, but I also understand defiance and determination. It feels good to think that the best is still ahead of me.
I like to imagine a big vault where some of my wildest and most authentic dreams reside. Every now and then I envision opening the vault and extracting a few from the bank. I take them into the world refreshed and refocused to see if they’re strong enough. More importantly, I like to see if I’m strong enough.
Dreams don’t have to come true for them to have a purpose. But many of my dreams are centered on something more meaningful than whimsical wishes. Several of them are significant and satiable.
I don’t want to archive hope. I refuse to bank talent. It’s not the time for past tense. Here’s to the power of present tense. It’s what I want.
“For pleasure has no relish unless we share it.” ― The Common Reader
Forgive me while I nerd out to Virginia Woolf’s words for a moment. There’s something so simple but profound about these words, especially as I revisit them. The other day I was mid-fika and struggling to decipher where I was going with this entire passion and purpose of mine. Already a teacher, I didn’t want to be labeled as an educator when I present or facilitate the byproducts of fika. I’m not business minded so it felt false to use entrepreneur as a title or label. And while I cling to the title of passionprenuer, this too fell short of representing my ideas and aspirations.
I started to think about the brands, businesses, and influencers that I respect and follow. I delved into what it was that made their mark so much more impressionable and inspiring than others. It all came back to one thing, which was so fitting for me and the act of fika. I am drawn to stories. The art of sharing and collaborating through storytelling is my niche. It’s where I feel the pleasure Woolf suggests.
I look for relevancy and connectivity through shared storytelling. It’s my thing. It’s why I go deep.
Earlier this month I spoke about my desire to thematically approach fikas. I wrote about my intention to pursue two projects close to me. It’s a time consuming and tedious task and I need help.
Tell me something good about Facebook. Seriously, give me the positives. Ready. Set. Go.
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“The more you praise and celebrate your life, the more there is in life to celebrate.” Oprah Winfrey
Oprah is a word queen. She gets it, makes it better, and then sends it out into the world for the masses. She somehow manages to make me feel like it’s solely for me, hence her powerful influence. The words above are my exact birthday sentiments. Each year I feel a profound desire to consider and celebrate every gain and growth. Too often, a lack of examination results in feelings of inadequacy or disappointment.
There’s some real truth behind gratitude and its marriage to motivation. Birthdays are markers of milestones. Candles illuminate more than our age. Discovery and delight are found in the smallest and most unexpected corners of our lives. There’s more to celebrate, I know it. In pursuing praise I find presence.
I’m working on a fiction novel, I think. It’s my first fiction novel and ignorance is bliss. I’m going with my gut and relying on instinct. We shall see how it unfolds. But as I wander through this project another one stirs in me. It’s what I refer to as a #passionproject. There’s no lure of compensation or expectation for it become something other an answer to a call. It’s part of my 38.
I’ve been feeling the urge to Facebook Fika for awhile. Usually, I scroll through my friend list to stumble upon acquaintances from 20 years ago or long-lost friends from elementary school. It’s a distraction instead of discussion. These days there’s no need to ask “whatever happened to” because the answer is lurking somewhere in the wild world of social media. So what have I learned from profiles and status updates? I know people who are doing incredible things. I’m not talking fame. And my interpretation of incredible might differ from yours, but in ordinary days there are extraordinary moments. Thanks to social media I’m glimpsing into a patchwork quilt of these moments via friends.
I’ve decided to write about it. I imagine it will be strange for people who haven’t heard from me to get a request for a coffee chat. Hopefully, they’ll see the value in this #passionproject for what it is, which is a chance to connect. The connection I’m craving is because I see the value in celebrating.
I’m spending 37 focused on the possibilities. In a world where problems reign or occupy the spotlight, my rally cry is to celebrate.
“For it is in giving that we receive.” ―St. Francis of Assisi
My birthday is next week. I go big for birthdays. And spare me ramblings and rumblings of “when you’re older you won’t care as much.” Birthdays are my thing.
As I age I confess to one celebratory challenge, which is presents. I struggle on what to buy loved friends. I’m equally perplexed when others inquire as to what I’d like to receive. Throughout the year I keep a running list of fun gadgets or indulgences that catch my eye, but I don’t necessarily label things as gift-worthy. Yes, I need a new hair straightener. True, I am always in favor of Amazon gift cards. And one can never go wrong with pinot noir. But do I want to receive these as gifts? Let me be clear, I won’t say no, especially to the pinot noir. However, the thing I crave most on birthdays and beyond is presence.
Go ahead. Roll your eyes. Give me another, “you’re so cheesy, Katie.” I can handle it. But in these mid to late thirties days, when professional, personal, and everything else under the sun zone collides while tending to tiny humans who demand and delight in every ounce of energy, there’s a real lack of presence.
It makes sense. We’re not as available as we used to be and our calendars and chaos look much different. But I want coffee with a friend. I need adult conversation. I crave history and humility with family.
This birthday I made it clear that what I want is time with my beloved and the circle of people who enrich and enliven me. Here’s to the gift of presence. May we recognize it as a gift wrapped in love and delivered with purpose.
Like many, I’m knee-deep in new commitments and challenges, which hopefully will set the tone and flow for 2019. I am invested in what I refer to as steady wellness because too often it’s rushed, short-lived, and/or commercially based. The wellness I seek celebrates walks, fresh air, rest, water, and all the veggies.
But in the spirit of transparency, it’s a lot of work. In fact, I’m bewildered by the prep and process. Wellness is a 24/7 active engagement type of thing. And far too often it’s presented as one dimensional.
“The concept of total wellness recognizes that our every thought, word, and behavior affects our greater health and well-being. And we, in turn, are affected not only emotionally but also physically and spiritually.”–Greg Anderson
Anderson’s words are acutely aligned with my beliefs. While I’m absolutely committed to better physical performance and presence, there’s more beyond the body.
So in the spirit of wellness and all things thought and emotion-based, tell me something you’ve done to make yourself better, more healthy, and happy. Seriously, tell me.