For a few years now, I’ve received “Notes from the Universe” in my email.
Sometimes I read them and hit delete and that’s that.
Sometimes I read them and smile and hit delete and that’s that.
Sometimes I read them and they hit me just the right way. Or the wrong way. Or both.
Here’s an example:
Do you know what you’ve created, Heat?
No, besides an intergalactically known saunter named after you.
Inspiration, in the eyes that have watched you. Hope, in the minds that have admired you. And love, in the hearts that have known you.
Not bad, kiddo, not bad at all –
There are days when reading this makes me happy. Inspiration and hope are the best I have to offer, and when people have been changed for the better because of their interactions with me, it feels fantastic. This has happened in teaching, in health coaching, in blogging, in “overdisclosing” about personal struggles.
There are other days when I’d rather just have a few people close by than admirers from afar and that paragraph cultivates loneliness, or feeling like a zoo animal to be watched (with a variety of reactions) but not interacted with.
An intergalactically-known saunter is kind of fun, though.