One Apple A Day #610 - noise
Noise.
Every morning when I sit down for this little practice of mine, I look for something to spark the writing process. It may be a word, a song, an image, the memory of a conversation, something that happened to me or that I observed the day before. Some times the inspiration is so loud that I have to rush to the laptop. Some mornings I sit without nothing. No ideas. No clues. No sparks.
At the beginning I was scared. What will I do if nothing comes? Should I accept my failure and leave the page blank?
That fear dissolved only when I became fully aware that the meaning of this practice is not in the outcome. The posts that I publish are the visible manifestations, sure. But the real sense of this small practice is in doing it. To sit down and write for fifteen minutes, that is why I do it. No matter what comes out it.
Thou, even if I know the purpose of this practice, some times, I forget it, and I'm distracted by the need to create a valuable outcome.
This morning I want to thank the noise outside that wiped out all my ideas this morning so I could reconnect with the real meaning of this practice.