I frequently speak with people who have excuse after excuse for why they’re not living an inspired life.
If it’s not money, then it’s timing. If it’s not timing, then it’s competition. If it’s not competition, it’s some other “reason.” I’m the first to admit that living well on your own terms requires Herculean amounts of courage. It’s not easy, but then most things worth having aren’t.
Last March, I was invited to speak at a leadership summit for young women in the Bahamas. If you’ve done a significant amount of speaking or live performing, you know that crowds can be unpredictable. I had never spoken in the Caribbean before and I was starting to internally freak out. What if I don’t pick up their cultural nuances fast enough? What if they don’t like me? What if the room gets restless? The monkey chatter was in full effect.
The morning of the event came and I woke up to an amazing view.
I did my inner work and got myself pumped up to face the day. I walked into the room feeling a mix of excitement and uncertainty.
The event was absolutely amazing – the girls were focused, excited, and hopeful. The energy in the room of 500 young women along with 1 super pumped speaker (me) made for a really awesome experience.
After the event was over, two girls walked up to me to share their gratitude and praise. I noticed that one of them seemed to be guiding the other around. After the first girl spoke, the second girl began to speak with passion that commanded my undivided attention. She said…
“Lisa, thank you so much for coming all the way here from LA to speak to us. I was so inspired by you. You are so passionate and funny and smart. I’m going to go after my goals. I can do it. You gave me so much hope.”
As she spoke to me, I realized that she was blind.
Tears started welling in my eyes as this beautiful young woman stood before me pouring her heart out. Here she is, just 14 years old and blind. But she’s inspired. She has hope. She’s going after her goals.
I hugged a lot more of the girls and talked with some of the government officials and adults who attended.
I got back to my room and cried like a baby. They were tears of gratitude, joy, and overwhelm. I almost felt ashamed for ever complaining about trivial things or even being nervous to rock the stage in the first place.
What became clear to me was this:
-My gift will always make room for me. If I nurse my muse, it will consistently show up when I need it most. My being there was no accident – I was specifically and divinely appointed to be in that place for that girl and all of the others who were there. She thanked me, but the gift she gave me is food to my soul. And so it is with you – the world needs exactly what you have.
-If a blind girl in the Bahamas can find hope and go after your goals, you have no excuse. Hope is the germ of possibility. If we can just find a glimmer of promise, a hint of motivation – we can do it. You can do it. The thing you are questioning and hoping for is possible.
Believe in your gift enough to fearlessly present it to the world every day.