"CLEAR!" (Jolt!) Ba-dup, Ba-dup, Ba-dup . . .
I realized where I exist in the grand scheme of advertising . . . I'm right where I belong.
I surround myself with good people. Yes, some are more genuine than others, but everyone will only see the true me. I build no facade. I am my own brand and I am who I am. I own it. I am good to the people who are good to me and even to those who aren't. My weaknesses are strengths, unless I let them tear me down and rip me apart. It's happened. It's not pretty. I'm learning.
Lately, I live in my moment. Since I breathed this realization into my psyche, I am at the top of my world. I do say "my" for a reason. I don't know what "the" moment is, so why would I want to be on top of that. It seems unstable. And let's be honest, I'd freeze in misery on the top of "the" world.
I am evolving, and I feel that I've come to a point where I am centered. I laid my foundation. I took my time too. A year and a half, laying each cinderblock with painstaking precision finally finds its fruition as I have something solid and strong to stand on. Instead of walking cautiously, I dance, trusting I will land safely each time my feet depart my floor.
I'd rather skip than walk. I'd rather leap than jump. I'd rather twirl than turn. I do. I skip. I leap. And I twirl.
Walking is methodical. Putting one foot in front of the other promises you'll be one step closer to where you want to be. It's safe. When I skip, I take risks. I allow myself a moment of freedom from all else. And I land. I'm safe, but I know I can fly for a few heartbeats.
Jumping is static. Two feet up and two feet down. Or one, but the same one. Jumping exerts a lot of energy but it wont get you very far. It's sure. When I leap, I believe in myself. I trust I will excel. I experience possibility and reach for greatness. I touch it just enough to crave it. I find my footing again but with a heightened sense of ability.
Turning is forced. Thoughts calculate to rotate. It's restricted. When I twirl, I let go. I embrace the world around me, absorbing it's beauty, wonder and endless opportunity. I understand that beauty is wonder. It is opportunity. I learn that wonder is beautiful and opportune. Endless opportunities promote the discovery of beauty and wonder better than anything else. I embrace the dizzy lapse of balance because I'm reminded to reevaluate my center.
During my week in New York, I skipped, I leapt and I twirled. And even threw a little Guns 'N' Roses. My world is full of beauty, wonder and opportunity. I survived. I am revitalized.
