I nailed an important meeting today. It was another manifestation that I had not long ago prayed for. My prayers are making themselves manifest so quickly now that it has become the norm. The thing is, this door would not have opened had I not closed the other. I have always believed that if opportunity doesn’t knock, I gotta build a door. I have built many many doors in this lifetime.
After the meeting ended, I was, as usual, struck with excitement and overwhelm concurrently – to the point of breathlessness. My immediate thought; ‘How-the-fuck am I going to pull this one off? Where am I going to find the energy? How am I going to find the time?”
Be careful what you ask for Pauline!
I quickly snapped myself out of the disempowering state by putting on my running shoes. I sprinted to the beach, jumped in the ocean and then sat for meditation on the rocks. And this is what I know. I know that the projects that I will soon embark upon will change many lives. They will alleviate suffering and will push humanity forward. When you live your mission, this is inevitable.
This is what else I know. I know that what I am about to embark upon will attract much ridicule from those who are ignorant and still sleepwalking. I am no stranger to being on the receiving end of such taunts. In fact, they fuel me as much as living my purpose does. A person’s success in life can be measured by the number of uncomfortable conversations, daring adventures and crazy-arse risks he or she is willing to take.
And when I think of the cynics, I have a private giggle, and I am reminded of these words by Theodore Roosevelt. Without fail, each time I read ‘The Man in the Arena,’ the fire in my belly burns harder and harder as I cry another tear of unreasonable determination.
I won’t stop until I am proud.
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