Here’s a question that occurred to me recently: If I have so much to do, then why am I doing nothing?
Not literally doing nothing, just that feeling, that lack of one finished thing.
I have a lot on my plate now and I love it! After all, I made it that way, I’m progressing into my interests more deeply these days, and that’s great. But I keep working on each of them at once so, even though I am moving forward, after stepping back and taking in the bigger picture, it doesn’t look that way. Maybe there is such a thing as too much at once.
I can’t help but wonder, is it a distraction I created for myself? I can say, “Look, I AM doing something!” I can see the foundation, but nothing I can definitively point to and have someone else see the form taking shape.
Maybe it’s a new guise of fear, after all, my interests are an integral part of who I am, and if no one sees my projects, then I don’t have to worry about what they think. Ahhh, it is so much more comfortable to keep it all to myself, as I’ve always done.
Maybe it’s a great thing to finally delve in and not be afraid, and yes, there’s real daily life happening-priorities and all that.
But old habits are tricky.
So, trick is to outsmart that fear, and actually ‘put myself out there.’
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, excuse the obvious title, it’s been in my head all day!
Ahh, Paul, where do I start?
Paul was my first crush. Ever. Ok so technically it’s my parents’ generation, but true love knows no bounds. God knows I found my place in this world when the Beatles music awoke my consciousness. Nevermind that I was only six years old, I felt sparked alive!
What a way for a mom and child to bond, over her very first crush! Walking into my teenage room must’ve been a time warp for her.
I got to see him in concert a few years ago. It was like nothing else. When he sang ‘I’m Down’, I screamed like it was 1965. You’ve seen the height of Beatlemania concert footage. You know what I mean.
I had a few lost years where I wasn’t following my own path. The Beatles words and George’s conviction, Ringo’s happiness, John’s attitude and Paul’s consistency have always been there for me, a constant reminder to set my own standards. And love, love, love.
Can you imagine the world if Paul hadn’t followed his passion? Seriously. Even if you’re not a fan of his work, consider the countless artists he’s inspired, and undoubtedly will continue to inspire.
I am grateful he didn’t give in to his or anyone else’s fears and doubts, or not really throw himself into the beginning days of the band when nothing was certain or find a back up, you know, just in case the music thing didn’t work out. I suspect Mr. McCartney was always strongly driven and would’ve found a way 😉
So, here’s to someone I’ve never met yet whose words resonate in my spirit. Thanks Paul, for all the times.