June 1, 2023. A beginning
The librarian hat is put away. The creative hat is found, squashed, dust-covered, shoved behind the storage bin in the back corner of the highest shelf. Forgotten. Abandoned. Yet waiting, patiently, without despair. It will be found, a look of distant memory and hope on its searching face.
This old thing? How did I let it get so neglected? Pushed aside by the demands of others.
And as I gingerly take the hat down, the heavy expectations come with it. This could be…….. I could………. No, just marvel at the hat, at its enduring presence. How it waited for you, clung to its dusty corner, refusing to be thrown or given away. Waiting.
Feel the memories it stirs within; the abandoned hopes and dreams never really believed in.
This time, you come to the hat a different person. A more confident, believing-in-your-own-abilities person. One who’s cracked the hard shell of imposter syndrome. Who has been re-introduced to her own worth.
Do not slip back under the covers of doubt. The alarm has sounded, and there’s no time for snoozing. Awaken to the dawn of a new creation. Greet this new month with a bright smile of hope and purpose and confidence.
You don’t have to be perfect. You just have to grab the old hat and smash it on your head with the pluck and determination of Jo March and set out across the field of the white page. Shine forth, oh gentle spirit. Find the words, images, and metaphors along the way.
As Rumi said, “patience with small details makes perfect a large work, like the universe.” The universe awaits in shimmering expectation for your unique touch.
March forth. And write on.
