A Kitten Named Ambition

Ambition and Volume - erikanapoletanodotcomWhat have you gone and muted because someone said it wasn’t welcomed?

How many years have you lived with the volume of your life at a level so low that it became an annoying tickle, like the neighbor’s dubstep poking through shittily-constructed walls?

When you look at the people you love, do you think, “I wish I could take the leap that will feed my heart without putting life as we know it at risk”?

We’re not made with mute buttons. They’re bullshit red-tag items we grab off the endcap at Target because we see everyone else using theirs and think, “Well, shitfuck howdy — I gotta git me oneadem!”

We take it home. We press the button. We turn up the volume on what everyone else in our life is telling us

we want

we should

we should want

And all the while, there’s this thing called the Volume knob sitting there like a lonely kitten named Ambition, begging for a moment of our time.

It gently mews. “Remember me? Pick me up. I will love you.”

We hit mute.

Ambition cries (probably pissed because it’s a kitten named Ambition), “Hey, I’m still here. Can we haz life together now?”

We hit mute.

So today, I’ll ask: What you’ll do when you’ve hit the mute button so many times that it breaks, and all you’re left with is that knob called Volume and a kitten named Ambition?

Will you turn up the volume or go in search of a new mute button?

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12 comments
MadgeMadigan
MadgeMadigan

Oh my God, this is my life.  I've been raising kids on my own for so many years now,  I ripped the knob off.  Now I'm dragging my ambition out like it's my old sorority sweatshirt I hid in the cedar chest.  Let's hope it doesn't smell like ass.  

RJ Foster
RJ Foster

Amen!!!  So many people are so willing to be sheep - quiet, docile, easily led (and misled!).  I tell my clients (and my kids), "Don't be a sheep.  Be a wolf.  Eat the sheep!"  Whatever it is you're chasing, let your howl be heard, and get after it!!!

Carrie Drephal
Carrie Drephal

Well, that kitten named Ambition meowed pretty loudly the last couple weeks, the mute "filter" fell off and well, the 2 men I worked for decided they don't like Ambition. Must be dog people. ;) It's funny when you realize that sometimes it's in your best interest to leave a situation. They were looking for followers, not a leader. Time for me to turn up the volume and make a greater name for myself than they will ever imagine to accomplish! Best wishes to them, I'm out!  

timsparks
timsparks

Great stuff thanks for the boost! It's amazing how much time we waste around the people that can't take the volume when we turn it down. Time to turn it up and start head banging!

Walker Thornton
Walker Thornton

Excellent. I'm refusing to play the 'this is what it looks like to be 58' game. No mute!  Thanks for an additional kick in the ass! 

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