Hindsight reminds me that I was free to set my schedule, take or turn away gigs, and work extra or less. I was also free to make sure I set aside time to write and take care of the business of writing. But for nearly twenty-five years of freelancing, I squandered that freedom.
Like the first couple of dozen pages, the last page of this notebook have rules. I won’t hate them when I get there, but it’s good to know I don’t need them.
It seems contradictory, but here’s the thing. I strive to lead a mindful life while at the same time I set out to create mindlessly, that is, without letting my mind get in the way. Can I do it?
I think so. Mainly because I established a routine of showing up whether I feel like it or not, like I do for meetings. I wait through the sludge of clever monkeys and desperation until the flow breaks through and the lovely lines of doodles come.
Have you given yourself or taken on any thirty-day challenges? What came of the challenge? What did you learn about yourself?
I write every day. And here’s why without AI: I write for myself. I write to find myself, to figure out what I think, to understand who I am and how I fit in this world. Only I have access to my writer’s heart, my inner Google app. No AI can help me do that work.
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