did you ask for what you want?

When someone, especially my children, make a statement like –

I’m hungry. I’m tired. I’m bored.

It drives me bonkers.

Don’t make declarations, I tell them.

Ask for what you want.

It is with this in mind that I’ve signed up for a year long program where the goal is to get 100 rejection letters. Because if you’re not getting rejected, you’re certainly not asking for what you want.

I started this blog a year and a half ago, because there was a little whisper inside me that said: write.

It was barely audible, so faint it would have been easy to ignore.

But I didn’t ignore it. I chose to heed what I thought was simply a whim. I started writing, very timidly at first (so timidly the thought of hitting publish on my blog left me head down on my desk) posting a few times a week on a blog I was convinced no one was reading.

I wrote about my family’s impending relocation, my struggles with being a mom and figuring myself out, and my journey to find my voice. I committed to being real. I tried to be funny.

Then I decided to write a book, and I did.

Now I’m doing guest posts on other sites throwing my voice into the mix of other people that also call themselves writers.

Just recently, I’ve been trying something new. When people ask me, What do you do? I look them in the eye and say, I’m a writer. And amazingly I don’t burst into laughter. Or tears. Or flames.

But I haven’t quite quelled that inner critic: Who do you think you are?

And that is why I’ve joined with 50+ other women who have committed to going full out for the next year to see what happens when you stop letting fear run the show and do the work.

Ahhh….there it is. It involves work.

Yes, there is much, much work to be done. But more than the work is a pioneer attitude of staking claim to what is ours, setting big goals, naming big dreams.

Go big. Go bold. Go public.

Umm..excuse me?

That is not how I roll.

I’m more…

Stay safe. Stay under the radar. Stay hovering on the outside looking in.

But it’s time. It’s time for me to move on from that.

I’ll be required to stretch.

There’s stretch and then there’s what seems impossible. Or is it?

What if I told you that anything is possible? For me or for you.

That there isn’t anything that you can think up that you couldn’t make your reality if that is what you wanted.

You might say, Now, you’ve really lost it. That stuff. That big stuff. It doesn’t happen to people like you. Or me.

But why not?

Why not me?

Why not you?

Did you ask?

Did you ask for what you really want?

I’m going to try asking. And I guess we’ll find out.