When you ask the Universe, the Universe will respond and possibly send you Lindsey Stirling.

So over the course of the last few weeks, I’ve been pondering many things, especially hockey-motivational-memewhere my book is concerned. I would go back and forth about whether or not I had the ability, the talent, the strength, the courage, or the drive. Sometime in that pondering, I simply asked, can I do this?

It’s an easy question to ask, really. We ask ourselves that question all the time. Can I do this? Most times, it’s yes. Just get off your butt and do it. But sometimes, it’s a bit mightier than you imagine, and you have these moments where you think, I might not be able to do this.

I was at that point. I had asked. I had responded. I don’t think can do this. All this work I had put into my book, my dream, up to this point, and I was seriously questioning if I could continue. It all seemed so daunting. So much bigger than I was, how could I accomplish any of it?

Sigh…

By a stroke of luck and good friendship (Looking at you, C), I was asked to go to a concert last week. Evanescence. Sure, I loved them. As a former grunge/goth girl, they spoke to my poetic soul. Unbeknownst to me, they were touring with this firecracker of a performer named Lindsey Stirling.

Okay, I was aware of Lindsey, heard some of the music she performed, but would I call myself a fan? Probably not. More of an appreciator. But after last week, yeah, I’m a fan.

We sit down in our lovely center stage seats on a lovely HOT evening at the amphitheater, and I’m watching this spitfire dance across the stage with her violin, never missing a beat. She made me exhausted watching her. I’m fairly certain my Fitbit registered her steps for me that evening, she had so many to spare. (I’m waiting for the exercise DVD, Lindsey, I’m there for it)

At one point, she breaks to address the audience and she starts talking about dreams. And she says, and I paraphrase, ‘whatever your dream, you can do this, I believe in you. Whatever your dream, it’s never too late to start, so go do it.’ She then goes on to explain her on struggles in life, personally and professionally, and how insurmountable they may have seemed, but she worked hard and she made it. We can too.

We can too.

We can do this.

I can do this.

She continued to speak and I saw my friend staring at me as if she had just watched the Universe hand me an answer on a silver platter, because, well, it had. There was some discussion about how red I was turning in regards to me getting an answer, but I have no idea what she’s talking about. I don’t blush or get weepy.

I don’t.

Shut up.

But it was nice having this moment where the universe delivered this message in a form I would listen to and say to me: yes you can do this. It may suck. It may be hard. But you can do this. So if you are questioning if you can follow your dreams, if you should follow your dreams, whatever, I have one thing for you: You can.

You can do this.

If no one has ever told you that they believe in you, I do. I believe in you. You are capable. You get that dream.

If you feel alone in this endeavor, you’re not. Me and millions of other dreamers are right there beside you, cheering you on.

We got this. It’s time we stopped doubting ourselves and follow what makes us smile. Write that book. Learn how to market your book. Start a new business. Find true love. Win the lottery. Move to another country. Whatever makes you smile, do it.

As long as it is legal and ethical. I do not condone any sort of criminal behavior around here, unless it’s on Law and Order, which I’m highly addicted to.

So what are you waiting for? Go….

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