Dancing the Shamanic Heart of Life

This is who I am. I have a hard time committing to it. I get afraid of who I really am: activist, artist, shaman. I try to commit to more acceptable things. My last career was about committing to an acceptable and impressive career path. It didn’t work. I cannot commit to what doesn’t call my heart. When I try to convince myself to do those things, I fail. When I try to give myself to the things that I think are the right things to do, I finish quickly or I get frustrated and I set them aside. They are not my things, they are not my calling. I keep looking for those things that are my calling. But I know what they are. What is it that I are willing to drive all day for? What is it that I am willing to be impetuous and ridiculous for? Dance and the Shamanic Heart of life. I traveled around the world and Sheik Nazim looked in my eyes and told me that. Okay, enough already. I get it.