Don’t rain on my parade!

This is my theme song today:


Thinking about what I wanted to be when I grew up, at 10 I wanted to be a mom. Little did I know then that I would be, but with a twist: dogs instead of people.

I also wanted to be a performer, like Barbara Streisand, Lucille Ball, and Carol Burnett. Who cares about “pretty,” but oh to be talented and funny!

But the real big dream, the one that has never left: I wanted to be a writer. It is still the simple, grand, silly thing I want to be. I first got the idea in the 2nd grade when I realized that the books I loved so much were written by people, whose JOB it was to WRITE BOOKS. That was a real job! I could grow up and be a writer!

It’s all I’ve ever wanted. At times, it’s seemed too grand or silly to ever wish for, but never a simple thing. 37 years of wishing for a thing–at some point you have to let your self try.

And then in my mailbox this morning, this quote:

And as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others. – Marianne Williamson

  • How will you shine your light today?

2 thoughts on “Don’t rain on my parade!

  1. Oz

    Hey there. That same passage from Marianne Williamson, is one that a friend shared with me a few years ago. I find it coming to me from time to time – pretty often in recent weeks, actually – and it always gets to me, especially this part: “We ask ourselves, Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous? Actually, who are you not to be? You are a child of God. Your playing small does not serve the world.” Yes, at some point, we do have to let ourselves try. Or maybe, to misquote Yoda, do.

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    1. jillsalahub Post author

      I’m glad to bring you back to it again, and thanks for reminding me of the rest of it. It’s so easy to let ourselves forget, in the context of doing what we have to do to get through each day, that our “playing small does not serve the world.” It seems so much nicer to be comfortable and safe, but that ends up being a Big Lie.

      I am compelled lately by this sense that there is something I MUST do, and I’ve recently realized that the only way to know what that might be is to start putting one foot (word?) in front of the other. I suppose it is in part the loss of Kelly that makes me unable, unwilling to avoid it anymore.

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