Wait, what?… WHAT???
Have you ever felt two completely opposite feelings entwine within you? One of disbelief and belief rolled up together inside of you to form this unexplainable harmonious contentment?
Disbelief, because the world has taught you that you should never expect anything amazing or truly meaningful to happen to you. It’s told you to stay in your little box where it’s safe and no mistakes can be made. A place where no one can really see you because you’re just ordinary and un-special and you have no power or right to influence the world.
Belief, because you’ve realized that what is within you is not meant for you to keep hidden away. You now know the value you posses is so massive that it has to be shared with the world. Knowledge that your existence on this earth is not about you, but about impacting another’s existence. You are not the gift to the world, but the courier who delivers the package most eyes can’t see on their own.
So yeah, I was totally minding my own business last night. You know, checking the email before I shut the light off for the night. There was the expected message giving me the little nudge to make sure I kept up with my new goal of writing ESD (every single day). I scrolled through it and found links at the bottom to other samples of writing along with other connections to the author’s media pages. “Click”.
I start reading, realizing that something feels familiar. I feel my pulse start to quicken as I start to scan the article. I come upon a graphic. I read the perfectly positioned, emphasized, and quoted words on this picture that melds seamlessly with them. Heart pounding my mind yells, “Those are MY words!”
His words. His words said things like, “She said in such a way that I knew we connected” and “She says what I hoped, dreamed, but never truly expected readers would get from my book.”
You need to know a couple of things. First, that review I wrote on Amazon about his book, it’s the first review I’ve ever written on Amazon for a book. Second, as I was writing it, just letting the words flow from me, I second guessed my words thinking that, “This isn’t really a review. I’m just telling the story of what happen to me and how I feel about it. No one is going to care about this. A book review should give specific details on the content of the book. Oh well, I’m not changing it because this is what this book is to ME.”
What if I would have let the voice of the world, that was playing in my head, sway me into deleting my words? What if I had changed them to fit into the neat little paragraph that gave specifics about the content? What would I have missed??? What would Bradley Charbonneau have been deprived of?
A connection. A contentment. A kindred spirit. The loss would have been great. What we gave each other is priceless. Something that couldn’t be given or received at any other moment in time.