When I was a little girl I wanted to be an artist and a writer. I wanted to create beautiful things and spin words into elaborate glory. I wanted to touch peoples lives and connect with others because I held myself closed up tight. I really really wanted the world to see me, look at my creations and somehow fit the puzzle pieces together and understand that I was hiding the hurt.
I wanted to shout from the rooftops and shine light on my heart. Instead, I hid and wrote cryptic poetry and choked down the shame of wearing a mask.
When I was a little girl, I knew that when I grew up, people would finally see my heart and I would be free.
The thing is, it doesn’t matter if people see. Freedom comes from stepping out of darkness and doing the things of the heart anyway and without concern for any of the rest of it.
I’m still moved by the outreach of so many that have been touched by my words. I am humbled to get just how much of our lives is set in motion by the words and intentions we chose to act on.
When I was a little girl, I created a world that held space for my someday greatness. But, I didn’t accept that I could be great at any moment and in any circumstance.
Greatness is without measure the most solid idea that I have volleyed. I never felt I deserved that word and yet I use it so freely to describe my children and others.
How do I accept and define my own greatness?
I am my greatest self when I’m fully self-expressed and moving on my intention and word. I am my own greatness when I am contributing to others and making a connection to the love that is in my head and the hearts of those that wait to see their greatness. I am the greatest me when I am stirring up warmth and gratitude in the souls of those that read my words or experience my heart.
I am greatest when I am shining a light on your greatness.
I am great when I say I am great and nothing can move me from that. I act on the words and no longer wait on the wishes and hopes of a little girl, hiding, whispering, longing.