my words. they’ve strayed. they’ve gone back to being noncommital.
here’s how it went down. i met old school mates i had not seen since the 8th grade. we went around the table sharing pieces of 20 years gone by; you know, the usual: where you live, who you’re with, what you do.
when it came around for me to share that in 2 1/2 weeks we will be moving to Laos, doubt slithered in without invitation. this time it was dressed in humor.
um no, we don’t know where we will be staying…yet… just gonna show up with our lives in each suitcase, drop them, and declare: WE’VE ARRIVED.
there was some amused chuckles, a couple of polite subsequent questions, and then the conversation veered to more stable topics.
possibly, the whole thing is in my head. maybe i’ve exaggerated the response of others because still I am unsure of how to present this plan, this shift in our lives.
a very wise man i know has this to share about the vulnerability we feel when sharing a goal:
You are seeking self expression and not approval. This shift allows you to enter the space with (others) as a messenger rather than a child showing his completed homework. (This) changes the whole dynamic. You no longer need to convince them that this is the right move for you, but rather, you are simply explaining why it is necessary.
did i really need approval from the people around that dinner table? do i feel more comfortable in playing it small? can i find a way to nurture some self-confidence that will help propel my intentions forward?
the famous Marianne Williamson quote, Our Deepest Fear, seizes these notions with fierce grace and articulation.
shining comes in the form of thought, action, and word.
in every way…let us shine.