|I’M TRYING TO FIND MY PATH|
I’ve been wondering quite a lot lately about where I am going in this phase of my life, and the truth is that I don’t really know, but I’m heading there anyway. I was able to attend TEDx as a member of the press, because I worked up the courage to think of myself that way and the nerve to make the ask. Trust me when I say that was a huge step for me, right now.
|SOMETIMES I NEED A LITTLE GUIDANCE…|
I recently read a post by super blogger Tamara Stevenson of Nest by Tamara. While attending a conference, many of the speakers challenged her to examine why she writes and what the purpose of her blog is. She discovered that her path found her.
My comment on Tamara’s thought provoking post led to a connection to this Blog Off post by JB at Building Moxie. In reading the replies on both blogs, it appeared to me that there are a lot of people out there, all wondering what direction to head in, with many of us coming to the same conclusion. Denise Bottrell, at Thoughtful Content, did an excellent job of putting it into words:
|SCREENSHOT VIA BUILDINGMOXIE.COM|
|AND SOMETIMES I NEED A BRIDGE|
|AND SOMETIMES, JUST GOING WITH THE FLOW
HELPS TO SMOOTH OUT THE ROUGH SPOTS
Activist and author Ashley Judd spoke passionately about finding her place in the world. Her epiphany came by way of discovering that she had been “trying to give away something I didn’t have.”
That statement resonated throughout the crowded theater, as did her telling of Kika’s story. You can read about Kika in Ashley’s new memoir, All That is Bitter and Sweet, but I would like to share the crux of her journey with you here.
Ashley recounted a mission trip to Africa, meeting Kika, and asking her how she came to be at the clinic she was visiting. Kika said she had been brutally assaulted and gang raped after witnessing her brother’s murder. (He was killed because he refused to rape her himself.) When her family could no longer stand the odor emanating from her massive injuries, they made Kika leave home. She crawled, crawled, to the clinic. It took her a month.
Think about that:
She literally crawled for a month.
With time and great care, Kika healed as much as was possible, but had no home to return to. She had nowhere to go and no one to help her, so she took another path. Kika is now working for the clinic that saved her, serving other victims of atrocities. That kind of spirit fills me with a sense of wonder.
|HOPEFULLY, AT THE HEART OF EVERYTHING
SOMETHING BEAUTIFUL IS REVEALED
Tamara’s way found her; Roger found his path through his music; Greg was drawn to marketing; and Kika discovered her life’s work after enduring some of the most horrific things one human being can inflict upon another.
If she could find a way to do that, after surviving the unimaginable, surely the rest of us can find our voice, our path, our way through this world.
It doesn’t matter how you get where ever there is for you. The point is to keep showing up, keep doing something, and have faith that it will all unfold as it should, when it should.