2007: The Year of "Let's make it Happen"

2007: The Year of “Let’s make it Happen”

The thing about resistance is once you’re able to release it; you’re amazed at how smoothly things flow.

I feel like so many of us live inside this bubble world of how we envision, how we imagine, our lives to be, regardless of the category of desire: career, lover, geographical home-base, social life, friend base.

We want to travel. We want to explore. We don’t want to be tied down to jobs we loathe. We want to be better, more productive artists.

We want to be more of whom we allow ourselves to be when we’re alone with ourselves in our heads.

Overtime, somehow, we convince ourselves that the utopian reality we imagine our lives to be “one day” is never something that’s really attainable.

Fantasy.
Dreamland.
(“Get your head outta the clouds. It’s time to grow up already and join the ‘real world.’”)

I’ve written about this before, but I’ll say it again:

We create our own versions of reality.

So take that first step towards the place that you desperately want to be – even if it scares the living hell out of you.

You’ll find that it’s not so bad. It’s manageable. It’s exciting. (The Universe will reward you and illuminate the next step.)

Before you know it you’re closer to the utopian reality than you are to your old reality.

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The phrase “let’s make it happen” has been on a relatively constant recycle for the past couple of years. It’s a regular in a friend’s vocabulary.

I’ve recently started noticing it more, for it’s obvious simplicity.

For example:

“Let’s make it happen.”
“We should make it happen.”
“We gotta make it happen.”

Words. Sentences. Composition. Language. How often do we actually process words for their literal meanings?

A good friend of mine, going four or five years back now, had a Japanese foreign exchange student staying with him. The student and I were conversing, practicing “real” American English. I described a (then) recent experience as “crazy” and my story was lost in translation.

“What does she mean, crazy?” she asked, eyebrow forked.

“She didn’t literally mean crazy. She’s being lazy. She calls herself a writer but is really being quite lazy with her vocabulary,” my friend replied.

Ouch. (He had a point.)

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It’s no secret. I’ve always had a really hard time placing money alongside art.

And I rather recently recognized that this likely has a rather substantial correlation to the fact that I haven’t made any at it.

(I think I’m finally ready to start collecting.)

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Creativity is flowing all around me. It’s flowing for a lot of people right now that I care very deeply about.

And for those of you that it’s not flowing for, the only thing that’s holding you back is the belief that what you desire is unattainable.

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So, whattaya say, everybody? Here’s to 2007 being the year that we all “make it happen.”