Earlier this week while tweeting, I came across two different articles in the space of 3 minutes that addressed how fear fabricates our lives, affecting our choices of career, or lack of, the friends we choose, where we go, what aspirations we have. That counterfeit feeling creeps up and envelopes us at every turn. Want to go jet skiing? Oh, never done that? Well, pack up your dishes and dolls and go home. How about trying one of those trendy BYOB painting classes? Afraid you'll manifest a matchstick man? Sorry, can't play with you. Lately I've been contemplating the theory that "Thoughts Become Things". I suppose for a bit, I thought that was a load of New Age psycho babble, but the longer I've considered this, really THOUGHT about the whole idea of manifesting things by a power unseen, the more truth I can attribute to that very simple statement. I can see a lot of broad strokes that reflect this across my life. I don't know why this seems like such a stretch. I'm a woman of faith. I believe in God. I BELIEVE God. This blog didn't exist a week ago. I've considered starting a blog for over a year but didn't do it, for a myriad of self-doubting excuses. It won't be any good, there are enough people out there doing this, who will read it? Well, the blogosphere is full of happily typing people who don't think twice about stuff like that. Now, I'm a photo-blogger. Try saying that like photographer.
I had a friend of mine recently tell me she didn't think she could do what she'd always wanted to do, modeling for print ads, because she's a mom now and over 30. This is a strikingly beautiful woman on many levels. She maintains that her window of opportunity to create something interesting with her life has narrowed. I told her she hadn't even gotten started yet! Conversly, another friend of mine is a father to 10 grown children, a few dozen grand and great grand children, and just made it to Mount Everest's base camp last year. So age notwithstanding, it really depends on you - if you make the choice to check out of your own life early and observe what's left with a wistful curiousity, or grab your gear and see where the path beckons.