I’ve taken down my vision board. You know – that collection of images that was meant to set then accomplish my intentions. Oprah made it hip about ten years ago. And, sucker that I am, I went right out and bought one. Most of it never came true. I wanted to drink more water, become more heart healthy, gain a circle of intimate friends, reconnect with my nieces, begin a meditation or calming practice. And, there were even more far-fetched ideas: owning beach house and getting a book publish by a major house. The only think that did come to fruition? I wanted Barack Obama to get elected and re-elected. As we know, that happened, but I am pretty damn sure my vision board had nothing to do with it.
Today, I took it all down and hung up this print made by my friend Heather. It’s a much better symbol for my life right now: a crazy mix of efforts, none really streaming in a unified way. Beautiful, nonetheless, so appealing.
I love setting intentions, but I’m not going to be fooled into thinking that setting an intention, alone, will yield anything. Goals take work.
Today, for dessert, I am having an apple. That, for me who is addicted to popsicles, especially after an 84 degree day, is work.
And now, right now, my fingers are pounding down on this keyboard, not necessarily to illuminate anyone’s understanding or inspire, but simply because I made a commitment to write every day, and so I must. I am tired. I typed for two straight hours at a meeting this afternoon. I typed up several documents for my principal and the art museum too. I am dog tired, and it would have been really easy for me to skip tonight. No one would notice, I’m sure. But my ass is in the chair. My fingers are moving. No intention can do that. It’s determination.
Like my friend, Janet, who is walking and walking and walking 10 – 15 thousand steps a day. Like my friend, Adrian, who is riding his bike and running on the treadmill. Like my friend, Cullen, who is arguing in front of the Supreme Court of Ohio tomorrow. Like my friend, Lorene, to fits into her green linen shirt again. Like my friend, Tricia, who is revamping the organization she works for.
Work. Dogged, sometimes delightful, work. Not intention. Commitment.
There are so many of us putting down the miles, spending the hours. It is not something that will make any of us famous, but, damn, there is something heroic about it. Thank you, friends, for allowing me to be witness to the vows and promises you are keeping. I’m watching you, and I’m cheering for you, even if you don’t know it.