What Limits You?
December 19th 2006 04:42
What can I say? How many start over in their forties? Despite the "it's-all-downhill-from-here" mindset perpetuated by the folks of yesteryear...I'm finding the forties to be a time of new beginnings, realizations of dreams and more.
I'm now dusting off my cobwebs, growing up, joining the adult world and beginning to feel at home in my skin. (Admittedly ... there's more of said skin than there was at twenty-one... but I daresay that applies to most folks.)
I discovered in May of this year ... that I can write songs! Lyrics, music and all. Do I play an instrument? No. Can I hear music in my head ... surely! I was pushed, pummelled, cajoled, coerced into putting something together for a friend. I started out with..."but I just sing...I don't know how to write songs!" and by the end of the day...I was like..."I can do this!"
All this time ... the only one limiting me ... was me. In my head, a prerequisite for composing a song was the ability to play an instrument ... and since I don't (2 years of the recorder and five months of the guitar don't count... LOL) ...ergo ... inability to compose....
Hello ... computer software and a creative mind?
Even more than that though ... was the realization that if I'd limited myself so in the area for which I lived and breathed ... what other stumbling blocks had I knowing or unknowingly placed in my own pat?
This then brought to my mind thoughts of
--The things I wouldn't say or do, because I was concerned about what others would say or think.
--The people I'd cut loose because I was afraid to allow them to get closer to me, for then they'd see the real me
--The relationship choices I made because I wanted to never again be in a position of vulnerability, which ended up biting me in the butt anyways... LOL
However, at the end of the reflective moment I realized that those earlier choices helped me become who I am today, and rather than regretting or lamenting the road not traveled ... I'm able to approach the new creature that is me who although not fearless wonder ... isa more honest creature... one who not so afraid of her shadow, has sloughed off the hard shell and aside from a few episodes of regression ... her only limits are those answered by the question ... what would Jesus do?
I'm now dusting off my cobwebs, growing up, joining the adult world and beginning to feel at home in my skin. (Admittedly ... there's more of said skin than there was at twenty-one... but I daresay that applies to most folks.)
I discovered in May of this year ... that I can write songs! Lyrics, music and all. Do I play an instrument? No. Can I hear music in my head ... surely! I was pushed, pummelled, cajoled, coerced into putting something together for a friend. I started out with..."but I just sing...I don't know how to write songs!" and by the end of the day...I was like..."I can do this!"
All this time ... the only one limiting me ... was me. In my head, a prerequisite for composing a song was the ability to play an instrument ... and since I don't (2 years of the recorder and five months of the guitar don't count... LOL) ...ergo ... inability to compose....
Hello ... computer software and a creative mind?
Even more than that though ... was the realization that if I'd limited myself so in the area for which I lived and breathed ... what other stumbling blocks had I knowing or unknowingly placed in my own pat?
This then brought to my mind thoughts of
--The things I wouldn't say or do, because I was concerned about what others would say or think.
--The people I'd cut loose because I was afraid to allow them to get closer to me, for then they'd see the real me
--The relationship choices I made because I wanted to never again be in a position of vulnerability, which ended up biting me in the butt anyways... LOL
However, at the end of the reflective moment I realized that those earlier choices helped me become who I am today, and rather than regretting or lamenting the road not traveled ... I'm able to approach the new creature that is me who although not fearless wonder ... isa more honest creature... one who not so afraid of her shadow, has sloughed off the hard shell and aside from a few episodes of regression ... her only limits are those answered by the question ... what would Jesus do?
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