Since starting to publicly share the very personal details of my life, more than a few people have asked me why I’m doing it. I believe their interest and curiosity is sincere, but I also think there's another question lying underneath their inquiry: what could possibly be motivating me to put myself out there in such a vulnerable way?
The truth is, I'm very driven to share my story - through songs, paintings, writings, and keynote speeches because I believe I’m not the only one who has struggled to come to terms with the events of their past. I strongly feel that by sharing my experiences, how I rose above my circumstances, and today chose to perceive them as empowerment tools rather than the opposite, just may help someone else know that they can do the same as well.
In short, I want to make my past experiences count for something. I don't want to have had gone through all of that without understanding the bigger meaning for my life. That pain 'accessory' if you will ...(I wore it like one for so many years).... can and will have an impact on others, if I am brave enough to share it. That is its reason; its purpose.
This answer may seem a bit egotistical, even lofty, at first glance. While success as a creative entrepreneur would be very nice and very welcomed (who wouldn’t like to make a living doing what they love?), making money is not what motivates me to create, or to share.
I want to make a difference.
I want my time on earth to count for something.
I want to leave something behind so future generations know I existed.
I want to make my life matter.
Isn't that what we all want? Don’t you want to have a purpose? To matter? But how do you measure your level of ‘matter-ness’? How do you know if you’re on target?
For a lot of the population, I'm guessing the answer to these questions may relate to having children because without you being here, neither would they. I totally get that, but what about those of us who never had kids? How do we measure our matter-ness? Our purpose?
This might be a strange thing to think about, but as we get older, mortality comes clearer into view simply because we're running out of time. We've been running out of time since birth, but we don't see it that way for the most part. It's usually not until this later stage of life, if we're lucky enough to get here, that our quality of life, as well as our sense of worthiness comes into question.
Your Story Matters. Don't let shame stop you from sharing it. Someone needs to hear it.