There is no passion to be found playing small – in settling for a life that is less than the one you are capable of living.” -Nelson Mandela
I did it. I doubled up and spent a couple of years working a “normal” job. If there was any job I could ask for, it would have been this one. The point is, I loved it. I was doing good. I was making money for the family, and it wasn’t a pointless job. I served my community. I’m not perfect, but I’m disciplined and kind. Since I was more of an observer than anything, I gained so much hands-on experience. BUUUTTT there was something missing. That drive, that passion that fills me to overflowing to the point that I share my fire with the world. That. was. gone. My fire was dim; it was there, and sometimes it shined bright and lit the light of those around me. But here, in this place where dead artists find my living soul and set it alight. These days where I spend half the day serving my family and the other half feeding my soul. This. is. the. life. And I had to see that for myself with my own hardworking hands. But that’s not the purpose of this post. The purpose of this post is that even though you love it, fuck it, even if you adore it, if that’s not what you’re called to, it’s going to dim your flame. It’s going to take away from your power. In the Christian faith, they say the Good Lord can use anything for good. And I think that’s exactly what the Good Lord does when you choose something good but not something you’re called to. The experience was valuable, but what was it that I needed to see? or prove?
Let me hear it, what’s dimming your flame? And what can you do feed that fire?
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