And what I have to, sort of keep telling myself when I get really psyched out about that, is, don’t be afraid. Don’t be daunted. Just do your job. Continue to show up for your piece of it, whatever that might be. If your job is to dance, do your dance. If the divine, cockeyed genius assigned to your case decides to let some sort of wonderment be glimpsed, for just one moment through your efforts, then “Ole!” And if not, do your dance anyhow. And “Ole!” to you, nonetheless. I believe this and I feel that we must teach it. “Ole!” to you, nonetheless, just for having the sheer human love and stubbornness to keep showing up.
A few weeks ago, on my train ride to the airport in Frankfurt, I stumbled upon this talk on my Ted iPhone app. It was the only talk that had been downloaded & I have no idea how that happened. Technicalities aside, it was what I needed to hear, when I needed to hear it. It left me hiding tears at three in the morning, as the train raced its way through Hannover. I was in a cubby surrounded by four strangers trying to sleep, and there I was in tears. It was one of those moments where something changes, energy in the air shifts and all at once you are entirely different than the person you were seconds before. Maybe it was the talk, maybe the shift was imminent, or maybe claustrophobia and exhaustion finally made its presence known. I’m not sure, but I know that in those precious minutes, as I watched with my head against the window, something in me changed.