What Comes After the Decision

 

After the decision I wrote about here Is This the Right Job for Me?, something quietly began to shift.

And so I stepped onto the uncertain path of the author.

Of the creator who has something to say, something to tell.

With only a vague idea of how — and to whom.

Surrounded by new technologies I don’t quite swim in.

And if we add to that a generation that remembers vinyl records and cassette tapes, it becomes clear how high the wall between me and my goal really is.

Obstacles

Am I a normal woman?

Why do I even need all this?

Instagram doesn’t work the way it used to.

What is digital marketing anyway?

What does e-mail marketing even mean?

I was taught with paper, pencil, and the phone.

The landline.

And so, sitting by that wall, crying and grieving the beautiful job I had so wildly turned down, a thought appeared.

Like a signpost that catches your eye.

A Dream

Each of us carries dreams.

In the moments when meaning slips away from our lives, we begin to ignore them.

Sometimes we set them aside with a sigh.

Sometimes we don’t defend them, afraid of being laughed at.

But they stay.
They endure.

And in the moment when we almost break under obstacles and fear, they begin to hum the little tune that once lulled us in childhood —
before we knew what success or failure meant,
when there was only play.

And, as you might guess,
they wipe our tears and encourage us.

Focus

Focus is not effort.
It is not clenching your jaw and forcing yourself forward.

Focus is the moment you stop looking everywhere.

It is when you no longer try to understand the whole world at once and choose one point where you will stand.
One thing you will build.
One voice you will listen to.

Focus comes when:

you know what is yours

and you are willing, at least for a while, to let the rest go.

It does not come from discipline.
It comes from clarity.

And clarity comes from one simple question:

What is the one thing I am willing to stay with, even when it becomes difficult?

 

When you know that, focus appears on its own.

It is sustained not by grand plans, but by small boundaries:

today I do not do this

today I do not enter that

today I am here

And every time you scatter again,
every time you lose yourself,
every time the world pulls you in too many directions —
return to that single point.

Not because you must.
But because you choose to.

Because focus is not about narrowing life.
Focus is how life finally comes into view.

These are the songs my dreams grew up with.

You can find my book  and more about my work on Amazon  Whispers od Veloria