We grow up in a culture where we believe that we will have supreme happiness, or bliss, as an aspect of life. I too wished to think that I would magically have this type of joy.
Forty-five years into this life, and I have come to believe that bliss is more about what I choose and what I create around me.
I have strived for supreme happiness in my working roles. I have attempted to be utterly joyful in my relationships. I have tried to be content in my community--all to find that bliss did not sing me to sleep at night.
Something was missing. The joy, the contentment, the supreme happiness did not ride in on that pony I so longed for as a child. I had nothing.
The day that I realized my bliss was the day of pure surrender.
I was at my end. I was thinking about a new year. I was lamenting that nothing had changed around me. I was annoyed that I did not have a stronger creative community. I went to bed that night depressed, dissatisfied, and lonely.
Magic happened the next day. Bliss peaked around the corner of my darkness.
She said, “You cannot wait for a community to come to you, create the community you need.”
Amazing, in all of my striving to find others who could walk with me on my journey, I realized I was doing nothing to foster the exact thing I needed the most.
After that day, I reached out. Scared as I was, I put myself out there to others on the journey. I said, “I needed a writing group.”
The one brave act of seeing who would come alongside me with my crazy ideas evolved into this current project--the podcast. I wanted to meet published authors. I wanted to share what I was learning on this journey with others. Now I am living my bliss: podcast production.
Following your bliss was such a stupid phrase to me, until — I followed mine.
Are you listening for bliss to share with you what you need?