I’ve been spending more time in the flow. I’ll sit down to write, or play guitar, and two or three hours will disappear. It’s addicting to be lost in the creative process. I’ll be plodding along, just trying to get through the motions, and then my mind slips into a meditative place where the words or music just start to happen without me even trying.
I’m looking forward to my ability to slip into the flow becoming stronger with practice. I remember being in a similar place, back when I consistently rode my horse or worked out. Back then, I didn’t even consider myself to be doing either one unless I was actively in the flow.
Over the past two days, I’ve written two writing prompt inspired short stories and practiced my guitar. I even made myself record a video of me playing and put it up online. It’s hard to record anything for a before and after effect. Then again, I’m not the type of person to ever consider myself as having reached the mythical land of after. I just keep going until I quit.
Even though I’ve managed to check a couple boxes each day, I still think I’m taking it a little too easy on myself. I’m leaning too much on what I can do while I’m in a sitting position. I can’t blame winter for my sedentary ways, because it’s been absolutely beautiful outside. The more of a taste I get for accomplishment, the more I want. I want to do everything — or should I say that I want to have done everything.
If I look at the big picture, I’ve done more towards my goals in the past week than I did all of last year. I didn’t post any short stories or play guitar at all. Come to think of it, I didn’t even have any goals!
I’m doing pretty awesome. No zeroes here!