As I write these words, I have no idea what this post will be about. Once I realized I couldn't find even the tiniest hint, I started the countdown and began writing. Despite the years of practice, it still requires some effort to start writing something with no clue about where I'm going.
My mind craves predictability.
Knowing that there is a plan, even a poor one, before doing something is enough to quiet the fear in my mind and start.
So, this morning my mind uses all the usual tricks to resist my pressure to begin. First is the coffee because I'm too sleepy to produce anything intelligible. Then a quick look at my notes from the last few days to see if there is something I can use.
Luckily for me, this morning, I have a time constraint that forces me to complete the practice soon so I can leave in time.
And here I am. After more than ten minutes, this is everything I wrote. Not much by any standards. Yet, these small morning failures carry a few lessons to be learned.
The first is that it is easy to show up when we are at the top of our game. Yet, it is by showing up when we don't want to that we create a habit. The only way to be there when the inspiration comes is to show up consistently.
The second one is to love our lows as much as our highs. In this social media society, there's pressure to show only the best of us. Yet, where there's light, there is also shadow. And shadows are what give depth to anything.
Times up.
It doesn't feel like one of my best apples, but I did it; I love it, and now I'm ready to live my day.