Last month I read a book called The Alchemist by Paulo Coelho. It’s a pretty short paperback coming in at just under 200 pages with nice margins and ample thumbspace. Wow that sounded geeky. Anyway… A quick read for most, but what really surprised me was the impact the contents had on me. It was exactly the book I needed to read at that moment in my life. A simple, eye-opening story that leaves you wanting more for yourself. At least it did for me. It tells the story of a sheperd boy who is following his personal legend.
The Alchemist is the magical story of Santiago, an Andalusian shepherd boy who yearns to travel in search of a worldly treasure as extravagant as any ever found. From his home in Spain he journeys to the markets of Tangiers and across the Egyptian desert to a fateful encounter with the alchemist. The story of the treasures Santiago finds along the way teaches us, as only a few stories have done, about the essential wisdom of listening to our hearts, learning to read the omens strewn along life’s path, and, above all, following our dreams.
Listening to our hearts. Paying attention to the omens. Following our dreams.
So right on. Sometimes so hard to do. Why? What is it going to take to motivate me enough to listen to my heart? To listen to my body. To be more than what I am at this moment. To be exactly what I want to be. To take that leap of faith and just do it.
I feel so close to it and yet…I’m just not there. Sometimes I feel like it is a money thing. Like, if I just had SOME, things would be easier. Or if I knew how to reach out, how to write for grants, how to find those interested in helping out. Sometimes I feel like it’s because of who I don’t know. Because of my ridiculous fear of introducing myself to strangers and making small talk. It’s bizarre. So much so that it almost kept me from attending a design-related function tonight. Which is ridiculous. But I’m trying to get over that and did indeed go to the event. Where of course I had a good time and met new people.
Most of all I feel like it is just me. It is me being lazy. It is me being responsible. It is me being afraid.
But I’m working on it.