Do You Feel Insignificant?

Dear Friend,

Do you feel insignificant? It’s easy to do. Right now, I’m sitting, surrounded by Texas Pastureland. It’s peaceful out here. I’ve even punched off the music so I can just enjoy the silence. I’m also reading a book, ironically about focusing, which I’ve stopped to write you. After this, I want to go back to the book, but I also want to write my story. However, I also have a novel I want to finish and an idea for the workshop I want to jot down before I lose it. I’m peaceful and have no regrets being right in this lovely moment.

However, the truth is, most of what I want to do are things that will bring me one step further into the world of entreprenuers. There are all these successful people who are making buckets of money doing what they love. And the truth is – none of those people know I am currently sitting surrounded by cows and corn and birds. Few of them even know I exist.

Most readers have never heard of my books, no matter how avid a reader they are. Most people in film have no idea I can act. Heck, most people on the street don’t know who I am. Even living in a small town where I can greet many people by name on a single walk – there are five times as many who may have only seen me around. And only a handful really know me, what I want to do, and what makes me tick.

But you know what? What I do is still important. Who I am still matters. And so do you.

You don’t have to be famous to make a difference, and you don’t have to change hundreds of lives to make a meaningful impact. That thing you do which feels like, “nothing” to you, might be “everything” to someone else.

Years ago, I was standing at a counter and a teenage girl stepped up beside me. She had the most beautiful brown eyes and they startled me. I blurted out, “Your eyes are beautiful!”

She jolted, then said, “Thanks.”

That was it. I went back to what I was doing.

But a moment later, I looked up and her eyes were filled with tears. “Nobody’s ever told me that before,” she said.

“Really??” I couldn’t believe it. She had to be joking.

But she wasn’t. And though I’d felt a little awkward about my startled compliment, she went on her way smiling and still teary-eyed. I never saw her again.

But that made me more bold to say out loud the nice things I usually only think about people.

Because it mattered. And in the end, it wasn’t a little thing at all. And every day, no matter what you’re doing, you have a chance to create moments that matter. So what are yours?

Love, Lindsey