This is a re-post from May. I’m not “Bone Tired,” but this time of the year, I reckon some of you are. I hope you enjoy and take a deep breath ~m
I’m bone tired.
It’s been a crazy couple months doing the thing I love most…and I am still bone tired.
It feels like August. You know about August? After the dog days of summer you just don’t have it in you, no piss, no vinegar. Plants are turning brown…who cares? Dog-hair dust bunnies on the floor…keep on shufflin’. Bone Tired is the kind of tired where you send out a search party for your energy and your sanity. (click to Tweet, if you’ve got the energy) Has anyone seen my memory? Thirsty, but too tired to fill the cup. Yep, parched and I guess it suits me. That’s the kind of tired I am…bone….tired. Continue reading “Bone Tired”
I used to have a sticker next to my computer. It said “Die Trying.” It was the culture of the company I worked for – where the boss hurled battle cries like, “Play hurt!” “Dig your cleats in!” “This ain’t no country club!” We were a small, yet powerful, team. What we were able to accomplish was remarkable, and our successes drove us to work harder. We celebrated often, whether it was for conquering the competition or recognizing our own mammoth efforts. It was a constant thrill and the work ethic built confidence in each of us.
That job was a good fit for me. This recovering Catholic doesn’t feel like anything is finished until I leave a little blood on it (click to Tweet if you’re RC, too!). I know it’s a myth, but it has to hurt – just a little – for me to feel like it’s “finished.” I am convinced this guilty masochism keeps me striving for excellence. It pushes me. It’s my quality control.
There’s a difference between those who are willing to die trying and those who are not. It usually shows up in results. (click to Tweet)
I’ve noticed a lot of creatives expect things to happen organically. I can understand that because that’s how our creative work is processed. Intuition and inspiration play a large part in knowing how to approach our work, understanding when something is complete and, at least for me, there’s an entire “letting it go” part in the middle of the creative process that allows the best work to spring forth…almost on its own. Continue reading “Die Trying – The Value of Grit”
They’re those lovely, circular, Native American mandalas with the woven centers.
Legend has it they catch your dreams. Folklore tells us, they filter the content and only the good dreams are delivered to the dreamer. Good dreams slip through the hole in the center of the circle and slide down the feathers to be effortlessly deposited in the dreamer’s head. Bad dreams get caught in the webbing…ceasing to exist. Finito.
I suspect I need a dream catcher without the holes. My dream catcher might need to look more like…well…a drum. My dreams, also known as ideas, often, slip through, surfing the wisps of air…lost in the breeze. They are never seen or heard from again. Perhaps I could find my dreams on a milk carton. I should look there. (click to Tweet)Continue reading “Dream Catchers”
It’s December. In less than a month those pesky coaches, motivational speakers and self-help gurus’ poker-hot breath will be like needles in the back of your neck…demanding to know your “New Year’s Resolutions.”
Bahhh! Personally, I haven’t found resolutions to be much help. But, I have noticed the power of focused intentions and a few solid goals. I set the goals and put the vision “out there,” into the powerful ethosphere. Stuff happens. In my day to day life I plug in actions to support those goals. I like to keep my timelines rather “loose” because I buy into the myth that more structure equals less freedom. I know it’s a myth, I teach others it’s a myth, but I choose to indulge it.I’m flawed.