…expect turbulence.
…anticipate resistance.
Conviction will always have a litmus test that requires some form of persistence, perseverance, hope, faith, and endurance.
The pursuit of success in any path will always come full circle to one question…”Are you really in love?”
One ‘I don’t’ can crush a million ‘I do’s’.
Walk with me here.
Take 5 globs of different colored play-doh.
And let’s name them the colors of health, relationships, passion, growth, and contribution.
Now take those five colors and roll them into the shape of a ball.
Notice the marbling?
You’re staring at the ideal metaphor of what you want your days to look and feel like.
Four words: now go do that.
No.
That’s the root word of noise.
Which leads me to believe that noise is the sound of no.
Noise is what no sounds like.
Noise happens when the tempo of life doesn’t match the rhythm in our chest.
And no is the only thing fear knows to say.
No is the anthem, ballad, chorus, melody, and crescendo of fear.
We don’t necessarily choose to make or offer noise to the world on purpose, but it will be our offering if we don’t first acknowledge and say yes to the light inside of us, our holy hum, and our forever struck chords.
I’m pretty sure it’s impossible to ever take back a yes.
Firefighting.
or
Seed planting.
If Monday got the best of you today, think farm not fire tomorrow.
…it warms the dirt for your relationships, moments, and art to grow and bloom.
And so when we say that the hardest thing one will ever do is become who they were originally whispered to be, what we are talking about is the beautiful, hard, and rewarding work of pulling back the veil that keeps the stage of the soul closed.
Because where there’s soul, there’s light.
Where there’s light there’s vision.
Where there’s vision there’s an experience.
Where there’s an experience there’s meaning.
Where there’s meaning there’s fulfillment.
Where there’s fulfillment there’s peace.
Where there’s peace there’s a garden in bloom.
And where there’s a garden in bloom, we’ve then come full circle and waltzed backed to how things should and were meant to be.
All because something – you – shined.
Ashton.Gustafson 