Thinking differently...again

On August 12, 2011, during a group exercise, I wrote a statement on a piece of broken pottery that would inspire me .  My heart was soft and I was vulnerable enough to believe my statement was life changing.  It encourages me to leave work in the church and to use my voice to teach others how to use theirs.  A few things spin in my mind about this mantra: With 3 years passed, what if I am just about to break into something big and as I am half way through?  What else could it mean to use me voice?  What else does it mean to help others use their voices?  And now that my husband and I have found a wonderful seat in the church as members, how does my thankfulness to God's leading become a part of my transformed thinking and teaching?
Over the summer of 2014, I have felt like this broken piece of pottery with tremendous words of hope.  How do I channel this break in my career or introduce the hope to the world around me?
The answers are just now coming.  Not in thoughts, but feelings, interactions, beliefs. Through a practice of releasing my old systems and not trying to second guess what people want to hear.  I believe I am finally stepping into who I am to be: a woman, a thinker, a spiritual being, a musician, a teacher.... There is no more waiting. There can't be.  The time must be now.  All I have to do is find each door the leads me there and accept the risk.  As the author Pablo Coelho says, we are asked to "honor our journey."  Even a broken piece of pottery is more than an inspiration, it is a jagged edged tool to help me escape the safe, yet failing life I have laid down to.