I read a beautiful blog post today, over on my friend Alison’s blog, about marching to the beat of our own drum.
I wholeheartedly agree – once we find our ‘beat’ and take that first marching step, our world seems to come into sharp focus and we find we have passion, drive and enthusiasm.
Before I read her post, I was having a conversation with my husband about the things we have going on in life, about our dreams for the future and, in particular, my lack of ability at the moment to make much of a foray into any of it.
And then Alison’s post made me think about whether I was marching to the beat of my own drum or was I trying to fall into step with those around me and march to theirs, and I wondered whether that was the problem; the root of my apathy.
Marching to the beat of our own drum goes far beyond just being an individual or standing apart from the crowd. It is about finding what makes the hair on the back of our neck stand up; it’s feeling that anticipation and excitement churn in our stomach; it’s going to bed thinking about our passion and waking up and realising it’s the first thing that comes to mind.
It’s finding our centre, our calling, if you will.
And for most of us, that’s much easier said – or written – than done. Some of us struggle to find just one thing; some of us struggle to find only one thing.
I still don’t know what I want to be when I grow up and I think that’s because I fall into the second category.
I can’t march to the beat of my own drum because I also need to tap along to the piano, play the triangle and stretch the strings on the violin, while eyeing off the trumpet, cello and the flute.
I want to play the whole orchestra, not just the drum.
There are so many things I want to do, so many causes I would love to contribute to, so many things I want to learn, that I’m not doing any of them.
I wrote in an earlier post that dreams are good and I still adhere to that.
What do you do if you are overwhelmed by your dreams and end up doing nothing towards any of them?