doing what you're born to do

as i sat at the light during lunch thinking about how awesome my italian sub was going to taste, i looked up at the sky. it's the middle of summer and we're barely in the 60s in seattle. but the sky was finally blue so i wanted to take it all in. i spotted an eagle soaring effortlessly through the sky. well, more like in a circle, but still soaring. it made me think how amazing it would be if i was born with a mutant gene that allowed wings to grow out my back like angel's from xmen. then i could spread my wings and fly away searching for ... who knows. if i were an xmen i'm sure my life would be very different. i'd be all badass and have to decide if i wanted to be a hero or villain and things could get all harry. forgive me, i've digressed into a geek rabbit hole that should be saved for a later day. today i'm being philosophical. sort of.

but how awesome would it be to wake up everyday and do what you were born to do? i mean, the eagle can fly because he's born with the tools to fly. he can soar effortlessly because he has the genetic code and the physical anatomy to make it possible. even when he learned to fly he had the natural instinct to open his wings and take off.

we have a genetic code that has us wired to do something too. we were born with the tools to function a certain way and if we took heed, we could wake up everyday doing exactly what we were born to do. i know what i was born to do. i've known since i published my first story back in kindergarten. i've just been stuck in a fear pit lately that has paralyzed me from writing more than a blog post length of anything. that would be like an eagle siting on a five foot tall boulder and spreading its wings to full span only to hop to the ground. it's a waste!!!!

i've made up my mind to stop squandering the talent god gave me. if i was born to do this how could i do anything but succeed? i was genetically crafted with the tools and instincts to write. it's in me. it comes out of me. it energizes me. it fulfills me. in hard times, it helps sustain me. it is what i was created to do.

you were created to do something. and you know what it is because it is what you think about when you're free from distraction and free from burdens and free from whatever bondage you have found yourself in. we all have to start somewhere. the eagle started soaring by being pushed out the nest. i have someone pushing me out the nest. you need to find someone to do the same for you.

we can do this. we can wake up every day and do what we were born to do. and if we are diligent, we can make a living doing it. thank you eagle for reminding me how truly awesome my gift is and how imperative it is that i DO it everyday. thank you light for forcing me to slow down long enough to witness the majestic eagle. thank you stan lee for giving me xmen envy because of course we should all desire to be genetic freaks of nature. and thank you sub shop for this fantastic italian sandwich. it totally hit the spot.