My entire life, I've wanted to be something. Something. I was never sure what. I was smart enough, musically inclined enough, polite enough, to sail through most school, orchestra and social situations without too much effort or discomfort. But just enough, and no more.
I remember watching Chariots of Fire and thinking I wanted to be really good at something.
How do you, at the age of six or sixteen or even twenty-six, know what you want to do with your life? I messed around with poetry and writing and music and tried out several majors and worked in the fields and in a hospital and in a school and I became a decent sort of mother and then a childcare provider. I tried to imagine myself in every major and vocation and it was all just living–coasting through, making it day-to-day. Just enough. But no more.
I woke up the other day, and I knew. It was like a door opened in a previously solid wall, and what do you know, there's a future out there.
Not right now, and not in the next few years. But I'll get there. Somehow I know this.
So when my mother emailed me this YouTube clip, I found it interesting–not because I plan on launching a singing career, but because I know I'm going to be older than everyone else pursuing my path, and I'm definitely not going to look the part. But it's okay. Just ask Susan Boyle.
Just in case you're not one of the 13 million people who have already watched her YouTube clip, I post here proof positive that you can never be too old, or appear too ordinary, to pursue your dreams. Just get out there, open your mouth and be your very own best self.