Saturday, June 06, 2009

PS 22 told me this morning, "Don't Stop Believing."

Y'all. It has been a hard few months. It's wearing on me. I can feel it. I feel like I am eye to eye with some really difficult things. In myself. In the world. In people. Sometimes I feel like maybe I am not made for this. Like my dreams are big, but I am not strong enough to do it. Like my personal weaknesses, fears, failures and insecurities are bigger than the possibilities. In this moment I am vacillating between believing that and knowing that there is nothing that can stand in the way of true passion. I am trying to remind myself of this as I have set a goal to write more, and I am feeling like everything I write has a bit of that mid-eighties Depeche Mode feel. I did however see this the other day and feel a bit uplifted:


This morning I woke up, made breakfast, settled in for my morning reading/writing/prayer routine and I was feeling a bit unmotivated... So what else? I checked Google Reader to see what the rest of the world was up to. I also was hoping that one of my favorite inspirational subscriptions would have something inspiring for me.
Blog 1, Blog 2, or Blog 3 might inspire me. I was blown away to find that is was actually Blog 4 that did it for me.

So this morning some 5th graders (From where else? New York! The birth place or home of some of the most inspirational people in my life.) sang some major inspiration to me. Isn't it funny how a perfectly timed, seemingly insignificant, act of someone else can be the very thing we need in a moment? I love the fabric of life, and how it's beautifully interwoven with people, and that our simple passions can often inspire others in ways we'll never know or understand. Deep sigh. Lovely.

As I type I am reminded that we are all messed up, imperfect, flawed and destined for both success AND failure. My inability to administrate my life, and propensity toward drama are as much a part of me as my passion to see people inspired to change their square inch of the world. Both my weaknesses and my strengths need to be improved upon - and the worst thing that I can do is to give up one ounce of hope. So today, I am going to keep believing. I wonder if those 5th graders even know how much their hard work one period a day this semester has meant to me. Probably not. And maybe that's the way it's supposed to be.

Here's the video - but check out the Blog, you will be so inspired. And wildly entertained.

2 comments:

Rita said...

My favorite part is their head bobs. They are INTO it. love it. love you too!

M. Lawrence Key said...

I loved this post. Makes me want to write, too.