THE WANNA BE by Shari Sachs

I catch myself sometimes feeling like my life is not the one I was meant to live and wishing I could be more than what I am...

I wrote this in one of those moments, but in the writing of it I was able to transform my self-doubt into self love and the recognition that we are all beautifully unique, magnificent beings and are exactly who we are meant to be.

The Wanna Be

by Shari Sachs

Did ya ever feel like the life you were living wasn't yours?

Like the Universe, or maybe God himself got it mixed up the day he was concocting You

Or maybe He was having a really bad day or was playing a deliberate, cruel joke

With your DNA and that of the likes of Julia Roberts or Oprah Winfrey or Madonna or President Obama himself

Or any receiver of the gift of art, dance, music, acting, comedy, speaking, writing, loving

OR - whoever it is you "wanna be?"

God wouldn’t do that

Would He?

Couldn’t He?

Make you a “wanna be?”

Did ya ever have a friend or know of an icon where you whispered to yourself

“That was supposed to be me, THAT was supposed be the life I was meant to live”

There was a mix up you see.

Instead I got to be me

The searching and seeking one.

The yearning and learning one.

The “always wishing” one.

The “wanna be” Wanna BEE

Did ya ever look inside of yourself searching so fucking hard for your soul.

Where is it after all?

Inside, around, all or none of the above.

Did ya ever see it? Grasp it? Catch it? Could ya?

How did you know when you did? And how did you hang onto it and keep it whole?

Did ya ever love it when you found it?

Or did it love you?

Did it maybe tell you about your own sweet gift? Maybe not being Oprah or any Queen

Just you.

It just wants you to be you it whispers from the mouth of God itself

Would God do that?

Couldn’t God do that?

Tell you that HE the Creator himself would never get it wrong

Never, Ever get it wrong.

The mix up was that there was never any mix up at all.

You see, there is no Wanna BEE.

There is nothing else to BE.

Except BE.

Photography by Julien L. Balmer

Shari Sachs began her journey as a wanderer, dreamer, and an idealist who wanted to write stories, poetry, and save the world. Meandering sets of circumstances led her away from that calling and toward a long career as a business executive which she loved until she didn’t. Lurking underneath the thick skin of corporate identity that camouflaged her true essence was a soul waiting to be reborn. In the last several years, Shari has been on a renewed journey of shedding this skin and reinventing herself as a storyteller, stirrer of souls and overall humanity embracer. Shari’s mission in her writing is to show us what it means to be both human and divine and sometimes to be able to laugh at ourselves. Her newest project is centered on speaking to those of us who are awakening in mid-life. Through heartfelt, real, candid and humorous storytelling, Shari provokes us to think about our ordinary lives in extraordinary ways. "Shari's blogs graceful under fire and companion blog graceful aftermidlife are coming very soon..."

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