Wake Your Sleeping Muse

These past couple of weeks have been unproductive, in terms of my writing. Writing typically is a daily activity for me. Though recently, it’s been scattered.

Which, from time-to-time, is okay to let go from all expectations of needing to pump out writing each day.

But, the mindset I was having was filled with excuses. I was extremely tired so I am catching up on my rest or I just wasn’t feeling inspired so I didn’t feel compelled to write.

Then I realized how the muse works. She’s quite strategic like that.

Purposeless Play

Growing up, our lives revolved around playing.

Whether it was riding bikes, building forts, playing sports or something entirely made up. We immersed ourselves in play that served no purpose.

I recently listened to a podcast about how play is such an indispensable component of being human.

When children play it builds their mental capacity and character for a number of different things, that last a lifetime; creativity, empathy, compassion, trust, irony, problem solving.

Your Most Valuable Asset

How do you spend your time? Are you intentional about what you choose to do with your time? How are you going to spend the next hour?

Prior to committing to this journey of intentional self growth I would go through the motions of filling the void of time each day; yard work, cleaning the house, watching Netflix, engaging online.

Not that there is anything wrong with these things, it’s just, I wasn’t being mindful, or intentional, about the things that I actually wanted to be doing.

I was so numb to who I was, I didn’t even know what those things were either.

The Foundation to Selflessness

Selflessness is not about you, it’s about those around you. It’s the opposite of selfishness.

You think less about yourself and more about others. You’re generous, kind, you show love and are compassionate. You have a deep concern for the well-being of others.

The pursuit to selflessness needs to have a foundation

It starts with being selfish.

Sometimes Your Worst Times Become Your Best Times

This is a guest post originally published on The Change Blog.

Even your worst times have value and can become, in retrospect, your best times. —Andy Andrews, The Noticer

I remember a year ago, the pounding, the darkness, the pain that I was feeling. I felt like I was about to rupture. I had it all locked up tight within me, the feelings, the stubbornness, pride, ego, humility; my truth.

I got to a point when it felt like my heart was beating and pumping outside of my chest. The stress and anxiety were taking a toll on me physically, all stemming from my emotional baggage.

I am Flawed

Four months ago I stumbled across Joshua Becker’s post titled The Freedom of Authenticity (And 7 of My Biggest Flaws). Upon reading it I felt a connection of deep truth; his, and my own. A truth within me, of my greatest flaws, and a sense of belonging; that it was okay to share.

My fears of perceptions got in the way of voicing my truth

Part of this journey of self growth is being honest with yourself and with others. It’s being vulnerable to the core of how you feel, not how you think you feel, but allowing your feelings to speak through the written word; without judgement.

This journey of intentional self growth is about letting go. But that doesn’t make it any easier to share.

Calming the Frenzy

Last week had me in a frenzy.

It was a week no different than any other. In fact, I received some beautiful words and feedback from readers about the Unless You Care project.

The purpose and mission of this space is to nudge and poke to initiate some kind of ripple within you. To see, maybe even for an instance, through a new lens or to offer a new perspective.

That’s the goal and it was so encouraging and exciting to receive those emails from readers. For that, and for you, I am truly grateful.

During this same time frame, however, I felt as though I was being pulled in all sorts of directions.

The realization at the end of the week was that I couldn’t point a finger at anyone, or anything, other than myself.