Sometimes you need to hear it, right? Right.

You know those days where you feel on top of the world, know exactly what you are doing here and what your purpose in life is? And no one can tell you otherwise cause you are so DAMN SURE AND CONFIDENT? Yeah, me neither.

But thank God Oprah does. So she can remind us over and over and over again. ‘Cause if Oprah doesn’t feel that way most days, well, what the hell chance do us mere mortals have, right?!?! So in case you woke up weepy like I did, in case you drove to work for the eleventy-billionth time wondering when in the HELL you’re career/life/job/relationship is finally going to begin looking like the one in your head even though your day is looking dangerously identical to the day before, in case you are wondering what if even when you finally are doing what you want to, or get what you want, WHAT IF you don’t like it/succeed/want it/are good at it? Well this post is for you. And me.

Because you know what we are going to do? We are going to keep going. And not let the fear and the doubt and the daily grind get to us. We are going to push through it and past it and keep on dreaming. Because the world needs us. Every single one if us who is still willing to dream and fight for our dreams despite the odds, despite the economy, despite the people telling us to do what is safe, what is best, what is sure. Even if we are completely terrified every step we take. I’m in if your in. So we won’t be alone. We have each other. Ok?

And if that Whatif Monster creeps into your head, whispering “What if you fail, what if you lose, what if you suck at your dream?” You just tell him to take a hike and ignore him. Or to get a better attitude. ‘Cause he is actually pretty cute. And if decides to be a GOOD Whatif Monster, one that asks “What if you succeed, what if you do great, what if it is better than you could have possibly imagined?!?” – well, then,  he can hang around a bit. Because us dreamers like that kind of talk. 🙂

One thought on “Sometimes you need to hear it, right? Right.

  1. i NEED one of those pictures too.

    it is like one of my favorite Shel Silverstein poems:

    Last night, while I lay thinking here,
    some Whatifs crawled inside my ear
    and pranced and partied all night long
    and sang their same old Whatif song:
    Whatif I’m dumb in school?
    Whatif they’ve closed the swimming pool?
    Whatif I get beat up?
    Whatif there’s poison in my cup?
    Whatif I start to cry?
    Whatif I get sick and die?
    Whatif I flunk that test?
    Whatif green hair grows on my chest?
    Whatif nobody likes me?
    Whatif a bolt of lightning strikes me?
    Whatif I don’t grow talle?
    Whatif my head starts getting smaller?
    Whatif the fish won’t bite?
    Whatif the wind tears up my kite?
    Whatif they start a war?
    Whatif my parents get divorced?
    Whatif the bus is late?
    Whatif my teeth don’t grow in straight?
    Whatif I tear my pants?
    Whatif I never learn to dance?
    Everything seems well, and then
    the nighttime Whatifs strike again!

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