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.
I become giddy when I see my pen shadow, and this often shows up in my morning list of gratitudes.
I don’t identify as an inventor. I don’t invent the stories. I would argue that I’m an adventurer who sets out to find them.
The grief of the untold story haunts the heart. Find your words and write them now, in cards and letters, journals and drop-dead boxes. The stories—the writing and the sharing—have healing power.
Recent Comments