I wrote that to myself August 5, 2011. I was still in high school in 2011. High school. Matter of fact, it was the summer before my senior year and I had no clue what affirmations meant, let alone how my life would change over the course of my senior year and through my college career. I just believed that the world offered itself to my imagination and was vast enough to handle anything I dared to dream.”
Fast forward six years and the affirmation held true. I didn’t recite it everyday. Didn’t put it on a post-it note and hang it up somewhere on my wall. It just sat in my drawer until I found it two weeks ago. Yet, the Universe had been conspiring for my good since the day I wrote that down. Had been literally bringing things I only dreamt of to past. Feeding my imagination. Creating a life that sometimes I’m surprised I have the privilege of leading. A life I hope is extraordinary in its ordinariness.
After accepting her Oscar for Best Supporting Actress for her role in Fences, Viola Davis said the following: “You know, there is one place that all the people with the greatest potential are gathered and that’s the graveyard. People ask me all the time—what kind of stories do you want to tell, Viola? And I say exhume those bodies. Exhume those stories—the stories of the people who dreamed big and never saw those dreams to fruition, people who fell in love and lost. I became an artist and thank God I did, because we are the only profession that celebrates what it means to live a life.”
…we are the only profession that celebrates what it means to live a life.
…exhume those stories – the stories of the people who dreamed big and never saw those dreams to fruition, people who fell in love and lost.
People spend a lot of time asking us what we want to do with our lives. Who we want to be. What value we can add. What we bring to the table. What we hope, wish, dream, plan for.
When I was four, I wanted to be President. At fourteen, I wanted to be an engineer. At eighteen, I wanted to be a lawyer. At twenty-two, I have no clue.
I don’t know what I want to do, but I do know who I want to be.
I want to be happy. I want to be an artist. I want to be a writer. I want to use my potential before I get to the graveyard. I want to continue to believe that the world offers itself to my imagination and is vast enough to handle whatever it is that I dare to dream. And then, I want to be a person that does whatever it takes to make my dreams come true.
I guess ultimately, for me, exhuming and exalting means daring to dream and doing the work, along with trusting the Universe, of making those dreams come true. It’s being vulnerable in my wishes and faithful in my practice. Asking for the things that scare me and telling stories I’m not sure anyone wants to hear. Using my voice in service of my vision because that is where my power lays.
Exhuming and Exalting.
Or in other words, having strength to believe and follow through…
Because, the world needs my(our) potential, offerings – gifts.
The courage to grow before the graveyard. Bloom baby. Bloom.
If you’re interested in exploring what exhuming and exalting means to you or desire to connect with likeminded women creatives around notions of authenticity in our crafts and storytelling, I hope you’ll join me and Roconia Price of EverSoRoco and Moredinary at our Sisterhood Soirée April 22nd, 2017 in Washington D.C. Join us as we get past the business card bullshit so that we can connect and encourage each other in a genuine way. No pretenses. No judgement. No masks. Tickets are $25 and we would really love to see you there.