“Don’t die with your music still in you,” was one of the late Wayne Dyer’s favorite quotes. I’m almost certain he said it in every one of his lectures.
It was a quote that troubled me for several years when I first heard it, back in early 2008: “But what’s my music?!”
I knew I had gifts to give to the world, but I couldn’t yet articulate them. It was so profoundly frustrating.
Tonight, at Toastmasters, I told a story from my book. One that connected Wayne’s quote to the end of the Mayan calendar/life as we know it, as well as an epic surf day on North Shore / a shark scare / letting go of fear of death, all neatly tied with a bow. If you read it, you may remember;)
The story took place late 2008, but I didn’t begin to feel fulfilled in my work until 2011 – 2012, nearly four years later. I had been taking baby steps by day and bartending by night, trying to piece it all together. Once I knew where I was headed (writing/storytelling/coaching/training), I was determined to make it work.
Shoot, I’m still in incubation phase! Constantly discovering my music.
Yet, it’s night’s like these, even though I have no video evidence to prove it (ran out of storage on my dumb phone;), when I’m so grateful for this incubation phase, my time at Toastmasters and taking the real time, no shortcuts, to curate this playlist that is my gift.
It’s a silly ribbon at the end of the day and between 30-50 slips of paper in tow validating a talent I’m still honing, but it’s motivation nonetheless. It’s another high-five from the universe that I’m on the right track–the slow road to success that will only ever satisfy me.
My music is not yours. Your gifts and passions are as individual as your fingerprints, and we all have them–every last one of us.
Your job is, echoing Wayne’s sentiments, to discover your music before it’s too late. Pablo Picasso said it best: “Only put off till tomorrow what you are willing to die having left undone.”
I know death may seem like an awful motivator, but it is only when we take for granted our most precious gift–time– that we are willing to waste it.
I had two dear friends in Brussels just last week inches away from the airport bombs.
I know the news each day is more troubling and only getting that much closer to home. And terrorism may make us all feel paralyzed with helplessness.
But what we can do, what we do have control over, is using our time here on this planet to live our most fulfilled life, in spite of evil and corruption, or better yet, motivated by such.
Rather than hide and cower, let each school shooting and suicide bombing be another reminder of just how precious life is … fueling our fire to be used up in the end. What better way to fight evil with good!
One of my, and Elisa’s, favorite quotes: “I want to be thoroughly used up when I die for the harder I work the more I live. I rejoice in life for its own sake.” -George Bernard Shaw
In order to be used up, we must brave enough to give of self, gifting ourselves, forever composing our music.
I leave you with this: What’s your music? How will you give it?