Let's make “the impossible” real
(an invitation)
This is stupid. I hate these.
As I pen a purple-inked daydream to an exercise my coach gave me: “Write about your ideal day.” It’s three months after the COVID closures of 2020 pulled the rug out from under my massage business and I’m clawing to make anything work. To have control over my life.
It feels impossible.
Because it wasn’t my ideal day, just yet another one that felt “practical.” Good on paper. I’d learned long ago to pack my imagination in a box to protect myself from rejection before other people could reject my ideas, my dreams, me.
That’s unrealistic. We can’t do that. It is what it is. Here’s why that won’t work…
We say these things about our personal desires and the collective changes we seek. We settle for less. What might happen if we allowed ourselves to name what we really want and believe it was possible—for ourselves and for the collective?
Next week, I’ll be starting a series exploring how we might start to make real the things we desire—personally and collectively—but deem “impossible.”
Let’s start reaching for the impossible—together. Do you know someone who might be into that?
For today:
What do you really want? The thing that maybe feels impossible to pursue?
How do you feel when you think about moving toward that possibility?