In the last week, Life gave me both a big question AND a very sweet answer. First, Part One: The Big Question. It was mid-day and I had returned from the beach, stretched, made breakfast, straightened out the kitchen, swept the tile floors, cut back a few branches of bougainvilleas, and raked the gravel so it was all nice and pretty - as well as comfy for Tiji to pee in. The sun was high and it was getting warmer by the minute. A short nap started to sound like a tempting option so I made my way to the big couch but instead of sinking into the pillows, I asked myself: What the heck is wrong with me? That’s never a great question, one I would certainly never ask about acoaching client, but there it was, and I meant it. What is wrong with me that I have become so … so … what? What is it I have become? So … unfocused? So … less driven? So … lazy? What was going on? I currently have about five projects in the works. Two (could be three) painting projects and two (could be three) writing projects. None of this is rare for me. I have had a revolving assortment of many simultaneous projects for decades and I have loved - and birthed - all of them. Occasionally it has stressed me but mostly, it truly hasn’t. It’s been a joy. As someone who woke up next to me for years used to say: “You wake up as if each morning is Christmas.” Yes, kinda like that. A day full of gifts ahead, full of surprises, possibilities… Yum, bring it on. The cool thing is that to match my “let’s do it!” brain, I seem to be connected to a very reliable source of ideas, one that keeps on feeding them to me at the perfect rate. Fun ideas, doable ideas, ideas that invite other people to play, ideas that make the world smile a little more. Ideas that make big waves nearby and also far away. Occasionally kooky ideas (I think about the Sprinkle While You Tinkle Project). There have been Retreats all over the world, books, local events, international events, the Happiness Center, online classes, The Big Gratitude Project, and more which I can’t think about right now because that’s not the point. The point is, it works like this: the idea comes in, I say yes to it, I and often others make it happen - usually quite fast because I am more of a sprinter - it’s all great. Then another idea or batch of ideas comes in and we start all over again. A great partnership with Life, really. Until now. This is what happens now: The ideas come in at the same rate and they seem to be just as good. Except for “some” reason, I am not moving near as fast. Instead of jumping out of bed and juggling all these wonderful colorful balls, well … I go to the beach, I stretch, I make breakfast, straighten out the kitchen, sweep the tile floors, cut back a few branches of bougainvilleas, and rake the gravel. Maybe take a little nap in front of the fan. Then in the afternoon, with great joy, I will walk to my studio and write or paint or coach and get into loving closeness with my work. In the afternoon. What kind of schedule is this? And we’re back to “What is wrong with me?” First, I wonder if I’m old. Well, that’s worth considering. But … I don’t think that’s it. Then I wonder if I am uninspired and I reject this right away because oh no, I am fully inspired, as in from the Latin “breathed into.” I am plenty breathed into, see the above list of current projects. I am just different. Different than I have known myself to be, living in a place that’s hot and living in a place where naps are part of the culture and where there is so much levity as well as a sense of “Why the heck would we rush?” So for the last few days, I have played with this new realization, the realization that the source is not slowing down, even though I am done rushing around to catch-and-hatch all of it. Frankly, this is a surprise. I don’t know what I was expecting, but not this mismatch. And I am sure as heck not going to let myself be sad about it. So what am I going to do about it? My first thought was to be more discerning and to trust this discernment. I like that. Elizabeth Gilbert talks about this in her book Big Magic, the notion that an idea, once it’s knocked on your door and you have said no thank you, will knock on another door. No big deal. So, yes, there is the option to say no. And I will consider it strongly. But also … what if I want to say yes and yes and yes again and yet I still want to be raking the gravel at 10 am “in the middle of a work day?” Enter Part Two: The Sweet Answer. On the phone with a friend this morning, we are talking about projects and we are talking about leadership. I want to tell him about Part One but I know he’s on his way to work and our phone time is limited so I just listen to him as he tells me about his desire to launch a project and about his frustration at not having people line up with his vision. Then he asks me: “So how do you seem to always have people lining up with you when you have a project to birth?” The answers pour out of me, bullet-list, which I think surprised both of us as if I had been up all night thinking about it.
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