There are many many inspirational women out there doing inspirational things together. To feel their energy as the co-create is exciting. I stumble across Andrea Scher’s blog Superhero Journal and her post about what would you love to have someone pay you to do.

She and her compatriot listed these :

I wish people would pay me to hold their hand on airplanes.
I wish people would pay me to find faces in their food.
I wish people would pay me to doll them up and take their picture.
I wish people would pay me to throw things out of their closet.

And these:

I wish people would pay me to come over and let me make them soup.
I wish people would pay me to come to my house and lay quietly on my couch.
I wish people would pay me to play with their hair.
I wish people would pay me to make music compilations for them.

And then she wisely states:

I wish people would pay me to on Shalavee.com

These are bread crumbs. Little points of light. Things that light us up. Things that bring us joy. Things that give us clues about who we are and where we are going. “

These were my wishes that I could be paid for :

I wish people would pay me to color code their books on their bookshelves

I wish people would pay me to make breakfast in bed for them and then join them

I wish people would pay me to tickle their cats’ tummies

I wish people would pay me to witness their humanity and hand it back to them

I wish people would pay me to cozify their bedrooms and glorify their sock drawers

I wish people would pay me to write what’s right with the world

I wish people would pay me to tell them what’s wrong with their parenting

I wish people would pay me to watch foreign movies

I wish people would pay me to critique their biscuits and gravy

I wish people would pay me to tell them how fabulous they look in Fall colors

Worth it just to internet surf every once in a while. I’m blogging with abandon this month, every day a new post. Search every day of October, 2016 on the calendar in the side bar and you’ll find every day filled. Rounding up my Soul Selfie challenge soon. And another creative bootcamp has come to an end. But there’s always more creative trouble to get into.

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  1. I wish people would pay me to stand in their backyards at night and look up at the moon and stars.

    Now you’ve got me thinkin’, Shaylagh. Why do you think Sher says our answers are clues, “to where we are going?”

    • Because our truest calling, our guideposts to happiness, lies in owning what makes us love ourselves while we’re doing it.

  2. Perhaps it could be worded “clues to where we COULD be going,” since not everyone follows her bliss. Some turn and run the other way! Or, maybe not. What do you think?

    • Absolutely Maureen. In the end it’s your bliss whether you choose it or not. Creating the worthiness equation is another lesson I’m currently cramming for my upcoming tests.

  3. I wish people would pay me to travel.
    I wish people would pay me to write books that help people live happier lives.
    I wish people would pay me to tell them they are special and wonderful and important in this world.
    I wish people would pay me to make them soup or cookies or cupcakes or anything that soothes their soul.
    I wish people would pay me to read the blogs and books and poetry and look at the art my friends create.
    This could go on for a very long while. Thanks for sharing.

    • Yes it’s an interesting concept as I usually do what I do with out any thoughts of remuneration. What could i give that people would insist to pay me for. That’s truly what I’d like to be doing because that exchange would be amazing !

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