Swim

I’m sitting at this moment at an audition for a spot of Host on a local network. I went over my my game plan in the car, determining and saying aloud to the audience of Self my purpose for even coming. Admittedly, I was apprehensive to audition – this is for a Christian network, and I am not. But I’m a deeply spiritual woman, passionately connected with the Divine, and very interested in hosting as a career, inspired by the likes of Oprah & Ellen (among other modern spiritual teachers). And experience is experience, right?

I’m pep talking and planning my projectedly-productive-day the whole ride over, and so I shoot a quick prayer that the purpose of the day will be served, no holds on whether that purpose is mine or the greater intention of the Universe.

I finagle my car into a makeshift spot outside of the studio, stopping just shy of a sharp drop into a drainage pond. I crawl out of the car and was startled by a splash – a duck had landed in the water, flipping his feet and sliding thru the brown and sitting water, past rotting leaves and discarded plastic pieces. He didn’t even know that his spa was polluted. If he did, this fact didn’t bother him at all. Buddy was HAPPY!

“Well I’ll be…ducks will even swim in a dirty pond.” I thought of Yemonja, and walked inside.

I walked inside the studio into a wave of chaos. A few dozen hopefuls with resumes, their best hair pieces, sign in sheets and scripts all swirled into one, and I judged my surroundings hard. I noticed the urban marketed club flyers and a few bad weaves and really really tight clothes. “What the f—…. Where am I?!” I thought. And I began to separate myself from all of them. My ego kicked in, with the face of Elitism, and I felt my nose turn up against them all.

This was short lived. I’ve been fighting my ego long enough to know that I am above no one. That I am a reflection of my surroundings. That we all have the same goal, if not the same path. And my H&M shoes don’t have shit to do with her platform heels from Dots, in the grand scheme of life.

And I thought of the duck from moments before, and how she was delightful in the midst of her surroundings – an environment that bothered only me, but didn’t disrupt her joy and intentions.

I’ve only been awake for 2 hours, but the Universe has already corrected me for the day.