…is where the music happens.
In other words, it’s your gift to the world and the fulfillment of your purposes here on Earth.
Happy happy.
Joy joy.
You’ve got to throw the boomerang for it to come back.
Hands resting. Waiting. Wondering where they’re best used.
Eyes opened. Ready. Eager to see something typically unseen.
Ears on. Available. Here to hear.
Feet set. Prepared. Open for sprint, walk, or waltz. Just wanting to move in, with, and towards the music.
Mouth muted. Full of questions.
So?
Where to?
Emotional intelligence knows what is contagious. A life in pursuit of musical hope is and one that sits still in quiet desperation is not.
Emotional intelligence seconds Richard Bach when he states, “Argue for your limitations, and sure enough they’re yours.”
Emotional intelligence reads between the lines and sets up office there too.
Emotional intelligence understands the hope for everyone to understand, but knows that not everyone will.
Emotional intelligence, when shined upon, casts shadows of beauty, meaning, and purpose.
Emotional intelligence makes your art artsy.
In the end, emotional intelligence will trade math, science, and grammar any day for flow, vibe, design, and feel.
The more one takes time to get a birds eye view above his or her life, family, or business the more they begin to discover the beautiful and unconnected dots that guide them towards more purpose, meaning, and fulfillment. This is the divine human experience we get to partake in.
I love how Eric Hoffer stated, “In times of change, learners inherit the earth, while the learned find themselves beautifully equipped to deal with a world that no longer exists.”
May we not boast in what we’ve learned, but eagerly hold high what we’re learning. Humility just may be the most overlooked source of fuel that we’ve neglected to energize us.
Are you brave enough to believe in a world that exist past letter Z? I hope so. And if so, please parlay your aha’s today into more tomorrow.
Our collective illumination is contingent on our individual illumination. Again and again.
Ashton.Gustafson 