With the Empire State Building as our witness,
and the tides singing their East River song against the pier where we sat,
Gala Darling and I sat in the sunshine
brainstorming for our wild magic futures.
Why am I telling you this?
Because the number one reason that people stumble onto Danger Diary, is because they google….
“How to keep going for your dreams when all you want to do is give up.”
If you are here – either because you googled that phrase, or you are a long time reader back for more…
I’ve got your back.
As someone who nearly gave up my dreams, I know what that’s about.
There is an antidote.
I lust that word.
Webster’s Dictionary defines it as “a medicine or other remedy for counteracting the effects of poison, disease, etc.”.
Not believing in ourselves is a poison.
Other people not believing in us can also be a form of poison.
When I first moved to New York City, I knew 3 people.
I started waitressing a billion hours a week to pay for my rent.
I started befriending my co-workers, because I spent more time around them than anyone else.
I remember one night, the city was hit with 2 feet of snow, work was dead, and we all sat around the bar talking about life.
It was on that night, I revealed my dreams, and what brought me to NYC.
The bartender was about 5 years older than me and while everyone nodded along with her, she said something like this….
“You need a backup plan. I think it’s cute that you’ve got this wild imagination but that stuff doesn’t usually pan out. I don’t mean to burst your bubble or anything…..”
And then she went on and on about how “real life” works.
I started to feel faint.
To this day, I can’t hear the words “I don’t mean to burst your bubble…” without wanting to throw up in my mouth.
I went home absolutely wrecked with a million questions in my mind….
What if she was right?
Is this what “real life” was about?
Was I destined to fail and had bought into some sugary imagination be-who-you-want-to-be bullshit?
What if all the daydreams I had about my future that seemed so real were just that….daydreams?
What if I took myself a billion miles away from my family, my friends and my home to chase an impossible dream?
I never felt more defeated than on my walk home that night in 2 feet of snow.
I was poisoned….
Dreams can be fragile…
easy to kill with words of poison.
And I found the antidote.
My True Co-Conspirators.
As soon as I started hanging around people who were doing their dreams, rather than people naysaying dreams, my world started to take shape.
Two things happened:
1. I would tell them my “crazy” ideas and they would not only cheer me on, but encourage me to dream even further.
They saw the best me, and I saw the best them.
2. When any one of us had a success, we would celebrate because it meant that it was POSSIBLE. It was good news for ALL of us. It encouraged us to keep moving, keep creating, keep imagining and making strides.
I tell you these things because in the last 48 hours – this is what happened in my world:
My dear friend, Gala Darling took the reigns, self-published and released her book “Radical Self Love”. Her book FLEW to the top (NUMBER 1) on Amazon’s Movers and Shakers list. As the numbers were coming in, we were side by side, squealing with excitement. It was so inspiring to watch my friend’s book slay the charts and know that her positive message will be in the hands of people all around the world. Here’s the link to check out her book – it’s a MUST HAVE!
Then Burke just started his brand new directing job for a major CNN show.
He heard that there was a spot open for a director – and he took a chance, called the producers, showed his work, showed his passion for what he does and nailed his interview. Friends of his also put in their good words for him which helped even more. Through his bravery to boldly go after what he wanted, a dream of his came true.
I came home from chilling with Gala and there was a text on my phone from Emilie Autumn, with two brand new songs she wrote for the Asylum Musical. I sat in the dark, lying on my bed with the phone to my ear and the summer night breeze coming through the windows. She told me about new twists and turns in the show, new ideas that made me excitably text back “YESYESYES” and songs that left me with goosebumps. She knows how to create a world so very well – it blows my mind.
Jaye Bartell played one of the best music gigs I’ve ever seen in my life at a sold out show with Jessica Pratt. He commanded the audience to pin-drop silence with his smoky voice, in a manner best described as hypnotic. The next day, my inbox binged with the finished first song of his upcoming album and closing my eyes to listen to it for the billionth time that day, I imagined all the incredible things coming up for him, because it’s impossible NOT to see…. I know, I had watched while he put a spell on everyone in the room he was playing to.
These are a few of my favorite co-conspirators.
People that move me.
People that inspire me.
People who have my back and I have theirs.
People who are making their worlds happen.
People who say fuck the naysayers, and let’s DO THIS.
They are the antidote to the poison.
Who are people that inspire you?
Who are people that let you know it can be done
and also believe in you?
Tag them in this post on twitter and let’s lift each other up.
Gush about someone and their dream.
Let us know all about it.
And watch the world open for us all.