I’ve ‘figured out’ or at least determined what ‘feels right’ right now in my quest for life and career and good work and what ‘success’ looks like for me, as a 21-year-old on the pursuit of her dreams.
So indulge me in my ramblings. Here’s what I think today:
Sovereignty for marginalized (often indigenous) peoples. Adapting to climate change. Changing patterns of consumption and production. Challenging property, ownership, and gender norms. Advocating for local food, wholesome food, food symbiotic with sustainability. Writing and relating. Showing and listening. Learning in life and not by the book (or the institution). Being independent in action but dependent on solidarity. Setting a possible example. Being authentic. Reflecting and not gut-reacting. Thinking it through but not waiting for agency.
This is a complicated summary of the passions I have today, right now, this year at this time.
“I think I want to be an entrepreneur,” I typed at 10:28 a.m. on December 16, 2016.
One balmy December morning, I decided to take a stroll outside during my four weeks of recharge (5 miles on a fractured fibula, but that’s another story). I wasn’t really looking for an intense workout, with my injured ankle and all, nor was I searching internally for career trajectory – just a baby-blue sky and a mind wide open for ideas.
The thought appeared to me suddenly, as if the waters to promised prosperity evaporated, and I could finally begin to see the path to my future purpose.
I think I want to be a local-food, regenerative agriculture, organically minded entrepreneur (who just also happens to be a vegan, a minimalist, a yogi, a storyteller, and an intersectional ecofeminist – nonexclusive entities in this contract called life).
I’m moving a lot slower this semester than usual – and it’s not just the aforementioned fractured fibula.
“Do you have any paint at home?” I texted at 1:52 p.m. “Wall paint, any color. I just had this uncanny desire to make an accent wall in my room..”
My mother’s response was prompt, seemingly unfazed by my latest creative declaration. “All paint is in the basement … not sure what all is down there?”
“Cool! I’ll check!” I sent back hurriedly, already scuttling off to the basement and abandoning the conversation in my wake.
So goes living with a right-brained, zany Aquarius who plucks passion projects out of the air, committing to DO before the urge to create vanishes.
go slow. but don’t lose hope. tread lightly. release all that does not serve you. be patient. dream in the stars, but know your limits. listen in. listen to your body. listen to those who want to help you. forget those who don’t. if anything is possible, but not everything is possible, then what is? define it. be boundless. break boundaries. but don’t break yourself. wake up to see the sunrise. sleep when the sun goes down. sleep until you’re healed, no more no less. cherish each step. breathe deeply. lean on help. lean on others. listen to your intuition. move before you know for sure. take that chance. ask her. ask him. you’ll never know for sure. read up. study up. rise up. learn something you didn’t know. learn something about yourself. speak boldly. speak humbly. smile with your soul at least once every day. nothing is impossible, but not everything is possible. know that. respect that. then move on. move further. move in the direction your heart sings. sing it out loud. never doubt your inner strength to succeed, even if your outer strength says otherwise. be courageous. be positive. be positively you.