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elysehughes
Jun 13, 2017

Being An Inspiration

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Edited: Nov 22, 2017

 

Every now and again, I receive the comment, "You're an inspiration!" It's such an honor and always surprises me a bit. Mainly because, much of my life is spent doing things that nobody sees. When I'm making a veggie juice, it's just me (and my Omega J8005 ;)). When I decide to light a candle and journal about something I'm emotionally twisted up about, it's just me. When I sit behind my MacBook Pro and type these words, I'm in my own world. What I choose to share through this beautiful web that unites us, are the experiences of a self-focused life.

 

The blend of resting and doing, alone time and socializing, work and play - it all hashes out in alignment with what you want. I go it alone a lot, because it fits my frame - I love quiet space to create and let inspiration flow through. Others thrive with lots of interaction and engagement. Getting to know who you are gives every experience in life more potential for joy.

 

"Let yourself be silently drawn by the stronger pull of what you really love. It will not lead you astray." ~ Rumi

 

In the past few months, my entire outlook on business, success and life in general has undergone a massive tectonic shift. When I made the commitment to step away from my business (I stopped all content production including videos, blogs and emails - everything!) for 31 days, I saw the beautiful life I had been missing, while my face was planted in the virtual world. I had no game plan, but within a few days, so much inspiration was flowing, I couldn't stop myself from mapping out my first book, Trying To Make It. The universe delivered my next steps one by one, and I was aptly listening, because I wasn't plugged into my Instagram feed, or any social media. I wiped away years of content, thousands of hours worth of work, and started fresh, feeling absolutely empowered in my new way of life. I was trying less, accomplishing more and experiencing a flow to my life that was absolutely astounding. I loved that I had the courage to step back, because when I started sharing my creativity again, it was so easy, pressure free and what I always imagined living my dream would be. True love and joy in the process.

 

For me, being an inspiration means living a life I adore. Making decisions for myself that feel good to me - they don't need to be understood or even seen by anyone else. Caring for myself physically, emotionally and spiritually. Being so divinely selfish with my time that when I'm enjoying interactions with others, I am fully present with them. Giving greatly to the world because I give tremendously to myself. Creating fearlessly. Living intentionally. Graciously receiving the good life has to offer me. And living completely for me, because the independence, freedom, strength, joy and love that expands from that relationship with self, is what I wish for everyone.

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