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Day 7: My Inspiration.

Alright, I’ll just come out and own up. Here I am pledging to you all that I will do this man-fast and that I will write you everyday to hold myself accountable and I am slipping. It’s not that I’ve wavered on my quest of self-discovery, but I am lagging a day behind with these posts. As a perfectionist Virgo, this is simply unacceptable!

Procrastination is the death of creation. Sounds intense, but it’s so true. In order to get the most out of this cleanse, I’m going to have to sit down and write. I’ve had some profound insights already on this journey and documenting them will actually ingrain the information into my mind so that I can learn from these experiences. So, just do it already.

Thanks, Coach.

Speaking of motivation, I have to share a story with you all about the most incredible girl. Her name is Ceylon and she attends high school at Buena Park in Los Angeles. She is a bubbly, charming, talented, intelligent little ladybug that I had the pleasure to meet when I spoke at a Miss CA USA orientation this year. She bounced right up to me afterward and gushed about her sociology teacher who uses Survivor as a tool in the classroom. You know how some people have a wisdom and a light that defies chronological age? Well, she is one of those people. As the words poured from her mouth, all I could think was, ‘this little starlet is destined for greatness.’

At her request, I visited her school, met her sociology teacher and spoke to her class. The kids were incredibly fired up to be there and to be learning about the fun, real world application for their classroom learning. I encouraged them to standout, tap into their own uniqueness and develop their own special talents. I loved every minute being there. When the bell rang and all photos had been taken and instagrams exchanged, Ceylon grabbed my hand and looked at me with enthusiastic, hopeful eyes as she asked me to come meet her Drama teacher, Mr. Parrish. How could I say no to that face? You simply must believe me when I say this girl is special.

After spending another half hour chatting with her Drama teacher, he asks if I will be coming to watch Ceylon perform the role of Sandy in the school’s production of Grease. “Absolutely! I would love that!” I just feel this overwhelming need to be there for this girl and to support her dream.

Cut to last night. I make the drive in rush hour traffic out to Buena Park High School to watch my little star shine. When I finally arrive, all the doors are locked. Oh NO! I’m missing it!! I frantically dash around the entire theater, gathering up concerned stagehands and extras to help me in my quest. “Oh, you’re here to see Ceylon? We HAVE to get you in!!”

So sweet.

I get in and watch my girl light up the stage. She sings like an angel and completely steals the show.

Once it’s all over, I run up to her family and rave about her performance. Then Ceylon emerges and says something critical about her voice. I’m shocked. Doesn’t she know how incredible she is? I wanted to shake her and make her see the truth of her talent. I would be terrified to get on stage and belt out a musical number in front of a live audience! Her courage inspires me. Watching her get out there and perform, reminds me how important it is to act with determination, even in the face of nerves and fear.

Sometimes that inner self-critic we all have gets in the way of us pursuing our dreams. We’re scared we’ll mess up and everyone will see us fail. When this voice starts talking, it helps to have a friend or family member we can trust to share our fears with so that we can see ourselves through their loving eyes. Through encouragement and perspective, we gain the courage to carry on. We all have what it takes to make our dreams come true. Encouraging other people to chase their dreams is one of the most important things we can do on this planet.

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