It’s a brand new year, which is traditionally when we give deep assessment to our lives. We think about what has transpired and what we would like to manifest in the New Year. Most often, the goals we come up with are list items; they can be worked through, marked off, and measured. But what if you took a bigger, more all-encompassing look at the story of your life and make hard and honest decisions about whether it’s a story you like…or not.
We tend to believe that we are products of our circumstances. But I’m learning lately that due to the brevity and finality of life, we need to instead be authors of our own stories. Our thoughts are powerful and often, the only thing we need to do to alter our stories is to understand how powerful our roles within them are and start writing them more intentionally.
Once we assume the role of authorship, we get to determine, bit by bit, the direction of the plot. We deeply understand the main character and we can choose more authentic actions for her (our) role within the story. We can even look at our stories from a bigger picture view and decide what characters need a more prominent role and which ones might need to be phased out. We may not be able to control the actions of others or the situations we find ourselves in, but we can act and live with more intention and more commitment to our character.
Let’s make 2015 the year that we accept authorship of our life stories. Let’s start setting the stage for our characters to thrive, reach their goals, and live their dreams. Let’s make these stories our life’s work instead of our jobs or the roles we may inhabit at this point in our lives.
I leave you this month with a poem that might help you dive deeper into the main character in your life…you! Perhaps the main purpose of our lives is to seek the answers to these questions…or to live the questions themselves. Either way; happy journeying, happy writing, Happy New Year!
The Invitation by Oriah Mountain Dreamer
It doesn’t interest me what you do for a living. I want to know what you ache for, and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart’s longing.
It doesn’t interest me how old you are. I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool for love, for your dream, for the adventure of being alive.
It doesn’t interest me what planets are squaring your moon. I want to know if you have touched the center of your own sorrow, if you have been opened by life’s betrayals or have become shriveled and closed from fear of further pain!I want to know if you can sit with pain, mine or your own, without moving to hide it or fade it, or fix it.
I want to know if you can be with joy, mine or your own, if you can dance with wildness and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes without cautioning us to be careful, to be realistic, to remember the limitations of being human.
It doesn’t interest me if the story you are telling me is true. I want to know if you can disappoint another to be true to yourself; if you can bear the accusation of betrayal and not betray your own soul; if you can be faithlessand therefore trustworthy.
I want to know if you can see beauty even when it’s not pretty, every day,and if you can source your own life from its presence.
I want to know if you can live with failure, yours and mine, and still stand on the edge of the lake and shout to the silver of the full moon, “Yes!”
It doesn’t interest me to know where you live or how much money you have. I want to know if you can get up, after the night of grief and despair, weary and bruised to the bone, and do what needs to be done to feed the children.
It doesn’t interest me who you know or how you came to be here. I want to know if you will stand in the center of the fire with me and not shrink back.
It doesn’t interest me where or what or with whom you have studied. I want to know what sustains you, from the inside, when all else falls away.
I want to know if you can be alone with yourself and if you truly like the company you keep in the empty moments.
This article was written by Maegan.