Do you ever think of yourself as a heroine? Times maybe, often not. Life just shatters the spell I guess … and we fall and fail and then the music comes again.
I know you dance in the kitchen when no-one is watching. When the playlist pops up and the rhythm takes hold. Guess what, that thing about dancing like no-one is watching works sometimes. We have the moves, do the thing and all of sudden the mountain seems doable don’t it?
So it’s Saturday night and yes, I am with pj’s, face mask and music. Nothing like the days of heading for the night out, but the night in can be just as amazing! Week done, hard work and who wants to go out to prove ourselves right? We do our little jig on the quiet, with pleasure and take stock of where we are right now. Great place to be, empowering sometimes, on our own … taking stock of our worth.
Did something different today. Ascended the heights of a building I don’t like too much, going up many floors I didn’t feel for – its not the height thing, but the thought of too many movies growing up that had Towering Inferno’s and such. Not a good thought and the Sponge Bob building never on my scale of lovely places in the city. But I did it. I went sky high for a friend, and stood there, gazing at the skyline and thought, another coup.
We spend so much time climbing don’t we? We build lives, careers, family dreams and past ‘I wish I could have done this and that’ and we get there, or we don’t, and then we come crashing down at times. Those down times stick … we forget the highs and mud stick is what we become when it’s hard. It is a lonely place. At times. At our age, hard is not the word for it. Lost maybe?
Still, I climbed and saw and stood there and then it got me thinking.
Heroines fly. They soar and don the cape and bust the world.
Frigging make it happen, despite the odds.
Despite the curve balls, the twists and unforeseen villains who lurk in the shadows. At the highest point today, rather nervous and timid in the scope of all that was all around me, my life seemed, well small. Maybe even for a moment, insignificant. And then it dawned on me – I was part of that history that lay below, my story did count and will if I make take the option to make it. When you stand so high, so very high, and everything seems so small below you, your problems do to.
Countless individuals never got to go high. But you are different. We have options some never did. Centuries of women just survived and now you may feel like them, but I stood there and I realised … in this time, at this moment, we do not give up easy … we adapt.
Look at the situation and if it’s not so good – go with it. It will make you grow. There was a time I thought, I cannot go on, and I did, because I had the choice in this modern age to do so. Everyone struggles, in the past, and now. But unlike those in the past, we are more able to make the change. And soar again … believe me, soar again.
On my little balcony, past office of ‘where the hell am I going to go’ and ‘life sucks’, it is now my office of ‘ you were not born to give up easy’. You can make a difference, don the cape and be a superwoman if you want to.
I conquered the fear of height today. After that, the view was awesome and I realised, I belonged in that view.
Just saying. To the wonderful woman who wrote saying it seems impossible, I am telling you, dancing in the kitchen, it is. You were never born to give up easy … you were born to make a difference, and most of all, to be the legend you are are.
Go dance in the kitchen. Make your own playlist and dance like EVERYONE is watching! You are worth every move …
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