Daring To Dream

I spend a great deal of my time and my ever-waning, older lady energy fighting the inaccurate Myths that my life, to date, has been built upon. Which, of course, leaves you with a very shakey foundation, that needs, IMMEDIATELY, to be shored up.

Today's MYTH, arriving as usual, upon awakening, was "YOU ARE WEAK AND INADEQUATE". Oh, my GOSH, hadn't I already dispelled that one, over and over?

So, I did what any self-respecting 53 year old unemployed writer would do, I put in my ear plugs (which, by the way, do NOT block out the voices in your head), put a pillow over my head and hugged one between my knees and tried to go back to sleep.

Worked for about 30 seconds when the "to-do" list and the "you didn't get done" list began to get louder and louder.

So I tried the next best "numbing" technique......FACEBOOK! Yep, that usually works, especially with frequent side trips to TWITTER and WORDS WITH FRIENDS and GMAIL.

Well, today, the universe had other plans for Whiny Little " I CAN'T DO NOTHIN'" Lori. I had sabotaged my self-pity Party last Friday by sending my "GRATITUDE JOURNAL" to my mentor and idol, Elle Febbo, a brilliant published, energetic author and mother who I totally respect. I was a little relieved when she didn't respond this weekend (not aware that she doesn't read emails on the weekends) because it was writing from my gut that I had never done and i felt very vulnerable. But hell, she is my writing teacher, so if you can't trust her, why bother?

This morning she sent a very loving, very encouraging very affirming email (all three of those words are counter to STAYING IN BED HIDING FROM YOURSELF). AND she also suggested I write for a book she plans to publish this year. SHUT THE X**D#@ up! WHAT? Now how can you continue to doubt and be afraid when emails like that come in?

Okay, so up I popped and cried with joy and love for about two hours.

So, see.....even when your old useless internal messages tell you "YOU CAN'T" you may just have sown a bunch of seeds somewhere that eventually sprout into big BEANSTALKS that you can use to climb right out of that hole you dug into the land of possibilities. Where hard work and positive thinking may lead you right SMACK DAB into your dreams.

Give it a try. I decided not to wait to write when I had everything all accomplished. I decided it might be useful to write from the bottom of the Beanstalk and start climbing.

Join me.

Love,

Lori Robin (a woman who thinks it is her purpose and mission to turn Pain Stories into Love Stories).