don't ask me what i am, ask me WHO i am

I recently returned home from a very inspiring trip. A pilgrimage, if you will, to a holy land. Not the holy land, but a holy land. There was some prayer, yes, but although full of power and beautiful harmonies, that was not the sole reason why I felt as if I was in a sacred place.

What I discovered amidst the trees and under rainclouds was something more. Something I've found at various times throughout my lifetime, but never in such a large dose. I wish I could have taken more travelers with me along the way.

I sang, rejoiced, danced, prayed, learned, stretched, grew, faltered, stumbled, laughed, smiled, and cried happy tears of comfort. In a room full of strangers and of acquaintances and close friends, I became a stronger person.

There is a small downside to this. It's difficult to express what exactly it is that I'm feeling right now. There are people in my life who would be inspired by what I've experienced and there are those who would be pushed out of their comfort zones if I were to but mention this feeling, this organization of souls out to change the world and challenge stereotypes.

I wish this wasn't the case, but I will share what I learned with them while in the muddiest of Holy lands: Being "good enough" sucks. You don't have to, you get to. Everyone means the world to someone. Don't ask where someone wants to go to college, ask why.

If people look up to you, you can truly make a positive impact on their life. In your time here on this earth, it's more than possible that you can change the world-or, at least, someone's.