When I was just a little girl
I asked my mother
What will I be
Will I be pretty
Will I be rich
Here’s what she said to me
Que sera, sera
Whatever will be, will be
The future’s not ours to see
Que sera, sera
What will be, will be....
Doris Day sings of many questions for any mother, all very important questions but are they really real questions or just part of the illusion of perfection and idealism we strive for?
From the moment of conception many of us are programmed to live a life society wants us to live. We look to others to tell us who and what we should be.
In my younger years I screamed for Freedom. I would have died for the pleasure of Freedom. When I got it, I had no idea what I was to do with it. I had no identity of my own. Had I the vision to see my own future, I perhaps would have written it slightly different.
One would think that as a Psychic, I could have tapped into that, but I guess I was running with the notion that Freedom would be mine and I would do whatever I pleased with it. To feel the deep knowing of who I was and what I was about would take many years of dipping my wings into new things and seeing if I liked it or not. I spent a lot of time pretty miserable.
“Mama always said life was like a box of chocolates. You never know what you’re gonna get.” Forest Gump
In my line of work, I do meet rather a few people who have no clue what they are meant to be doing with their lives. Some have degrees and still don’t know what they want to do. They find themselves in a position of been stuck between a rock and a hard place, in careers that they thought they wanted and discovered when they got there, it was not what they expected at all. My own learning’s over the years is pick what your passionate about, what your good at and make that your income.
I left school at 15, I had two dreams, one was to be a jockey the other to get as far away from home as possible. I achieved only one. I spent several years aiming for the jockey goal, even got through the training camp and after a few months of putting up with it, I went a-wall. I could not handle doing something that did not connect with me. I loved horses, still do, but it was not my path. I live by this in my life now.
Never do something that does not make your heart sing. By Me
I fell into Holistic’s in 1995, I was just 18 roughly. Its been the backbone of everything that I am and have come through. I am glad to say I get up everyday to a life and a job that I thoroughly love. Its diversity makes it interesting.
However there are days when I fancy a change, so I write, I make jewelry, I sing, I design websites and I thank the stars for allowing me to bend with the wind in my life. Nothing is so rigid that I cannot enjoy change.
I believe we never have to be just one thing for we are many things and have many parts. Its learning to embrace all aspects of yourself and provide those parts the space to be voiced, that allows the flow of who we are to continue.
I also believe we are already grown up when we choose to come to this earth. Our young physical body just needs time to remember that. So its not really either a question of what will I be when I grow up, but how long will it take before I reconnect with all that I am?
So should you find yourself pondering that age old question I have posed, why not consider the possibility that you already know, who and what you are and ask your mind to open up to seeing and embracing the truth of your talents, passions and gifts.
Then loaded with some life changing information, only you and you alone stand between you and your opportunity to excel at being you.
We live in a culture now, where we are allowed the joy of packaging ourselves, if we so choose too. The world may seem big, but it is not really in the grand scheme of things.
There is enough space for what you have to offer and your playground awaits you.
And remember if you live by the lyrics of Que Sera Sera, every part of life becomes a joy to evolve in.
Copyright of Angel Whisperer Dawn 2015
Write something about yourself. No need to be fancy, just an overview.