Dear Life, Can We Do This Every Day?

Disney: Proof That We Can Have Fun + Be Successful

I have always believed that life should be fun. All of it. Work. Play. Relationships. Family. School. Everything.

I believed that from sun up to sun down, we could be so excited about life, so into it and full of zest, that we would all look like a 6 year old after a day at Disneyland (minus falling asleep in our strollers). You get my point.

Guess What Else I Believed?

I was so naive as a child that I believed it was possible to do everything I loved, all of the days of my life.

I believed that I could attract the man of my dreams, not by going out and partying, being someone I wasn’t, or joining clubs and sports of which I had no interest, but by doing the things I love. And that kind of love is what I want.

I believed that if I gave to others, without expectation, I, too, would receive – tenfold. And I knew, that if I met a moment in which I felt I deserved something in return, my “giving” was too big. It meant that I wasn’t ready for it and I toned it down to something I could feel the energy radiate with goodness. Each time I gave, my body filled with butterflies-in-my-stomach bliss…

I believed that the perfect people and opportunities would enter my life at the perfect time and place. I reveled in excitement every single time it happened. “I knew it, I knew it!” I would exclaim.

I believed that I could get paid to do what I love: traveling the world inspiring and empowering others. And, of course, that you could too! If I had the means to trade my service that someone else needed, for their service that I needed, this was ideal… But in the event that our services didn’t match, money, I thought was the general method of trade.

This Is Your Ticket To Ride

I believed that no matter how much I gave, I would always receive more than I gave.

I believed that life worked out for me. It just did. Too many things conspired to get me here, I belong here and the world is so full of goodness. How else could it be?

What Do I Believe Now?

… I believe I was right all along. I bet you were too, weren’t you?

I bet there’s a lot to learn from “naive” you.

I’m off to to the rides… who packed the stroller?