What would happen if I did what I want?
If I wrote instead of working (as if writing is just a big bowl of warm blackberry cobbler with ice cream and not actually work). If I took all the eggs out of the money-must-be-earned-to-pay-these-bills basket and put them in the passion-lives here-but-you might-starve basket. If I made a dream a priority.
What would happen if I changed the whole shape and tenor of my life?
If I dared to leap. If I leapt to dare. If I measured possibilities for joy instead of the risks of coming up short.
What would happen if one time, just one time, I didn’t analyze, consider, ponder, determine potential outcomes, weigh options, choose wisely? What would happen if I did not prepare words in advance? What would happen if I tore up the balance sheet I keep for money? And grudges. And me-and-you.
What would happen if I dismantled the system I’ve constructed called “How To Get Through Life” and replaced it with a merry-go-round of pink horses and red dragons and blue dolphins? If I stopped marching to so many different drummers and danced like a dervish instead. If I laughed more and growled less.
What would happen if I took the painting of the me I have allowed the world to see, covered it in white, and started again? With brighter colors this time, bolder strokes, a little less Baroque and a little more Impressionism.
What would happen if I did what I want?
I’ll you what would happen. I’d be living from my heart.
Deb Moore 
What if you made a third basket with the best of both worlds?
What would it be called…and more importantly – what all would it hold?
What makes your heart dance?