"It's never too early nor too late to reach for your dreams...
but it's always too late to quit."
"It's never too early nor too late to reach for your dreams...
but it's always too late to quit."
Thirty years ago, I was a single mom with the extremely unglamorous job of selling sandwiches door to door in office buildings on Sunset Boulevard. Some of these stops were talent agencies. It was mortifying to be rolling my sandwich cart into the trendy rooms where talent agents were working the phones on behalf of their clients, even though I’d stopped acting when I had my daughter Sophie.
True Confession:
Although I have written ANGEL LADY, our film about a glitch on a TV that may or may ot be a Angel, and hosted for almost five years the HOW TO CONNECT WITH ANGELS podcast, I personally have never encountered one.
Until last Saturday around 2:45 pm CST.
I suggest going to bed earlier as a solid guarantee that you’ll wake up feeling better and more hopeful about Life. It’s obvious that folks everywhere are drained by the horrendous events we’ve endured. Also, drink half your weight in ounces of water. Yet, despite extra rest and hydration, there are lots of days when I’m reluctant to put my feet on the floor.
I lost my Dad when I was in my early twenties. He was only 50 years old when he died of a massive heart attack. I was devastated. He would never walk me down the aisle, never hold his grandchildren. I would never, ever see him again. A huge void yawned before me.
You may assume that the person writing this “How To” is an expert on the subject of Self-Confidence….I am not! This is my pain point!
After my twenties, Huge Doubts plopped itself down on a couch in the dark, dank living room of my ego. Any time I thought of doing something courageous in pursuit of my dream, Doubt sat up and wagged a warning finger.
“Don’t get your hopes up, girly. You know what happens.”
I have lived with a heavy cloak of depression wrapped around my spirit for a good part of my adult life. It’s been severe enough to warrant a prescription. The anti-depressant kept me from falling further into the darkness and doing harm to myself. The worst period was during my last years living in Los Angeles…
“Not owning your day is like eating fast food for years. You don’t realize the consequences until it’s too late.” – Liz Huber
Do you feel that you OWN your day? Do you get the things done that move you toward your dreams? Or do you stumble through your waking hours, muttering “Keep it together. Keep it together. Keep it together,” like Eddie Murphy in “Bowfinger.”
Do you – almost daily – berate yourself for not doing the diet/exercise/loving thing you intended to do, to help and support yourself? Sure you do. We all have a tendency to allow people, circumstances, media, and our own negativity to pull us off-track.
When you think of a closely held dream for your life that has not been realized, are you filled with hope or despair? Are you proud of the work you’ve put in toward that dream, or ashamed that you haven’t done enough?
If you are in any way feeling depressed, as we all wait for life to improve outside our doors, I recommend starting up your Bucket List.
Why do this, when so little seems possible? Just my point.