Who knew that telling our stories could be such a breathtaking experience. Here is a piece my story stirred my heart to write.
Yesterday I went to my nieces’ high school graduation. As I watched the 300+ plus graduates go up for their degree, I noticed a rather disappointed feeling inside me. I was brought back to my own high school graduation, which I did not attend; and for the first time I can admit, it’s because I was ashamed to go!
In my mind, I was not good enough to get an award of distinction (Ontario Scholar) from Ontario’s provincial government; so by staying away I could hide out with my disappointment and put it out of my mind.
My degree came in the mail some time later, accompanied by an Ontario Scholar certificate and a small cheque. I was so proud! Yet at that time, I did not get what I had missed by not being at my graduation, award or not. I did not get the understanding that just crossing the finish line is enough.
What is important is that we do our best not be the best. No one can always be the best performer. Thinking we have to be the best can scare us so much that we hide out from necessary disappointments, or from the awards that await us.
Have you ever missed something great, because you felt you were not good enough or did not do well enough; yet you later discovered you missed a valuable moment?
“The problem that BP has down in the gulf is that when you take something that is meant to be energy and waste it, what did….give life and give opportunities, now creates death because it is power not channeled into purpose.”
Bishop T.D. Jakes
The above quote uses the 2010 BP Oil Spill in the Gulf of Mexico, which wreaked havoc across the US Gulf Coast Region, as a wake up call for those of us who may not be channeling our power (our life) into our purpose.
My purpose is to help people be and see the best of themselves. Before the stroke my life was all about taking care of my daughter, paying my bills, working with a horrible manager, and feeling I needed to get away from my job. My life was like the oil spill, flowing dangerously without an intended purpose. So I stroked out. I crashed.
As a result of the stroke, I became clear that I did not want to die with my music (my purpose) in me. My life is no longer spilling out of control for my actions and my thoughts are directed towards driving everything, from my daughter to my bills, into my purpose.
Make sure your life or your power is channeled into your purpose.To do so is to choose the fortune that God intended for you. Not to do so is to choose grave misfortune.
Are you living your life with your purpose at the centre? Why or why not?