August is the gentle nudge at your shoulder in case you have been sleeping through your 2011 years of dreams and visions and aspirations.
“Wake up! C’mon,wake up,” is the voice of August stirring you in to a certain realization. If 2011 is a bank balance (and time is truly our only valued commodity when you think about it) then you’ve spent more than you have left.
What are the stories that you have been repeating in your days? Are they stories that propel your forward? Are they stories that deepen your joy? Are they stories that underscore what you CAN do or what you (think you) CANNOT do?
August is the whispered invitation, “C’mon. It’s never to late to start what you dreamed about doing on January 1. Remember those earnest resolutions that promised THIS year would be different? It can still be different.”
The calendar is simply a marking post. A way that we measure time between one thing and another thing. It is never too late to kick your resolve into gear and do just one thing toward your dream, your hope, your passion. One little thing. What is it? Do it now. Really. Just go do it.
And while you are at it…tell the story. Speaking something out loud helps make it more real, and assists you as you begin to stay true to the story you are telling. Hear that? It’s August saying, “It’s never too late to begin.”
The country road crew has an ambitious project before them. So much road repair and only a small window of perfect weather in which to do it.
These are hard working professionals. Their equipment is top notch. They have decades of experience bewteen them on each road crew. Fact.
This morning as I drove past this sign I could not resist sharing it with you. Road orange spray paint on the back of an unused road sign: BUMP.
You’d think the county would have prepared plenty of BUMP signs – given the nature of the jobs the crews are undertaking. But no. Apparently not.
Directional signs are readily available in polished, nifty versions. Warning signs? Not so much.
So thanks go out to the county worker who did what s/he could with the materials that are available. It slowed me this morning. Made me pause and drive more thoughtfully. I avoided the jarring impact of unexpectedly unpaved road thanks to this makeshift sign.
This is what I offer you here. This is the underscore of my life’s work. I grab what materials are available and scribble, spray paint, post, write, mark the most recent warning I perceive. BUMP. Most assuredly there will be bumps. On every road, in every direction. I am grateful for the workers who do their best to mark out warning signs for me. And perhaps you, today, can pause to spray paint a much needed warning sign for a traveler who will come after you. What might that sign say? I really want to know – what does your warning sign for today say?