Waking up Friday, the first thought sneering and challenging me counted “10 hours til Friday night!” Still high off the me-time from last week I counted on the zen to return once the 5 o’clock hour hit. Only one job, a short commute, and Tae Kwon Do class to carpool first.
Then, I got a sunshiney email saying that another really creative and fun blog that celebrates 365 day projects and getting UNSTUCK featured MY BLOG today! Check it out!
It put a spring in my step and a smile on my face! Validation flowed through my veins. I became community property, shared with another blogger’s audience!
Then, ironically, I got stuck! Now, expectation looked over my shoulder watching what I typed. My daughter moved my shoulder to tally today’s total views. My son hugged my shoulders asking about today’s topic. Now, he literally sleeps right behind my shoulder on the fold-out couch meaning I’m not alone with my thoughts. I do love that they’re interested in my passion, and I hope they learn the pleasure of expressing themselves through creative mediums.
The saying goes “Do what you love and you’ll never work a day in your life.” Today’s attention took this project from a personal challenge to the general public. Yet thoughts of the obvious perks from turning my treasured pastime into my life’s work turn fuzzy when considering business plans, budgets, and SWOT analysis reports.
Running low on time, I went to the room where I get my best thinking done and a book offered advice “Don’t Sweat the Small Stuff…” A bookmark still saved the spot where I meant to continue reading back in 1998.
The chapter teaches that instead of forcing ourselves out of a bad or challenging mood after heavy self-analysis and exploration (who me?!) that if we understand and even celebrate bad moods as much as we celebrate great ones, we’ll see that this, too – even writer’s block – shall pass! I love this nightly opening of the dam and letting words flow onto the page.
So, thank you Noah and thank you readers, whether you’re floating through for your first or fifty-fifth time, I’m glad you’re wandering with me!