I was selling jam at the farmers market on Saturday shift, when Jeff, my neighbor, told me we’d be getting some live music. I nodded, went back to obsessively rearranging jars of jam, and quickly forgot our conversation until I heard a verse or two of Green Day. I remember thinking “not the best singer” and immersed myself back into a happy stream of market goers (and rearranging jars for the 15th time).
About an hour later, I looked back and saw that the musician was actually a kid who seemed about 10 years old. He wasn’t the best singer I’ve heard, although he was getting into his groove at that point. He didn’t even get an applause or have an audience, although I started clapping and cheering him on after I noticed him. Still, he made a lasting impression on me.
That 10 year old inspired me to ACT. To start. To stop waiting for perfection or until I (think I) know what I’m doing as a blogger or a coach to start writing and showing up for myself and what I want to cultivate.
I’m curious if there’s a place in your life where you secretly wish you could show up for yourself. To play the music you so desperately want to put out in the world.
Let me know if there’s something you would like to show up for in the comments. I would be delighted to cheer you on!