Claiming your place at the table of life
I want to dedicate a blog post to claiming your place. Claiming your place at the table of life, and showing up to what you came here for.
I have always been a strong believer in chasing dreams. Anything I want to do, I’m going to make sure I do it. There is no point in wasting away doing something that is not serving us, when we really wish we could be doing something else.
The thing is, we have to CLAIM it. We have to get our big flag with our name on it, and ram it into the ground, saying THIS is what I do, THIS is who I came here to be. This is who I AM.
No one else is going to do this for us, and its the scariest thing ever.
It was only a year ago that I claimed my place on the table as an Artist. I named myself - “I’m an Artist I’m an Artist I’m an Artist” I said to myself, until I believed it, and as soon as I believed it everyone around me did too. All kinds of crazy shit started to happen. I was invited to exhibit, commissioned and also showed my work at the biggest festivals of their kind in Australia, all within the space of a year and all because I showed up and told the world why I’m here and what I’m doing.
A few years beforehand I wanted to work on yachts. I remember going to Venice on my first Europe-without-my-parents trip in 2011 and seeing some super yachts berthed there. I looked wistfully onto the yacht and saw a stewardess. “I want to do that!” I said to my friend Gloria. Two years later I did do that. I didn’t end up liking it all that much, I have a feeling that stewardess was wistfully looking at me wishing she could trade places too. The thing is, I DID it, and I would have spent my whole life wondering if I didn’t do it.
As soon as you name yourself something, I AM an Artist, I am a _____, the whole universe comes to your side to help create that. Lately I have been naming things that I had previously not allowed myself to name - for example "I want to make 100k per year” was something I had hidden under layers of shame, hippie poverty consciousness and “i worked on a boat so I hate rich people now” dogma. The next thing I am stepping in to is “I am a facilitator”, and am currently creating content for a course I plan to run. Sign up to my mailing list for updates.
Every time we own something new about ourselves it makes way for the next upgrade, and it seems to me that it simultaneously gets easier and harder. Easier because I know I can do it because I did it before, and harder because the upgrades become bigger and bigger each time. I sure as hell wouldn’t be able to own my facilitator before I had owned my artist or before I had owned my superyacht stewardess or psychedelic backpacking gypsy.
I think the main point I am trying to get across is if you’re waiting to do something that you wish you could do, just fucking do it! Set the wheels in motion. If you’re waiting for your permission slip, here it is. See you on the table.