It's the strangest thing, though, how I struggle to actually get things done. In a guest-loving culture, one eventually has to play host. Repeatedly. I have to admit, I'm not nearly as good at being a host as I am at being a guest. Partially because I don't have my team of adept men and women in the background daily facilitating and implementing the 'open house' policies and procedures of every household in this valley and beyond. Its impressive. Impeccable. Admirable.
So I'm not sure how it is that one without a job can end up being so busy that nothing is accomplished in the end. Mysterious. Perplexing. Ironic. I think the lack of a forced schedule plays into this dilemma. I find when I am under pressure I actually accomplish much more, although I also forget a lot more too. And speaking of forgetting ... wait, what was I going to say? That's my daily quote now.
On and on the idiosyncrasies bloom when one is free and open. I welcome them. Its like getting to know a whole new me. The lack of boundaries makes my spirit and energies and thoughts fly beyond the usual limits ... soaring sometimes in distinct patterns and at other times staccato; bravado; or just plain out of sight. There's an accompanying expansion, if one is not too careful ... and not too careful is exactly what we're after. Too careful might carry a hint of fear and these are the days to bury fear six feet under or further. These are the days for plowing straight through anything that happens to appear on this path; not thoughtlessly or carelessly, but also without even a nano-second of hesitation.
My mantra for this epoch: I will not hesitate to act out of inspiration. Have you ever had one of those fleeting moments where your heart is so profoundly moved by something that you absolutely see clearly what act you need to accomplish? Those times that you fail to act on them, or, let's keep this personal, those times that I fail to act on those inspired moments I always feel a twinge of regret. As much about the failure to act, or rather at the second-guessing that stopped my actions, which is what is really going on and, if I stop and think about it, both are the result of fear. Thus, bury the SOB fear as close to the burning, churning core of the earth as possible, stand up straight and ACT. ON. WHATEVER. INSPIRES. YOU. NOW!
Hey! Who stole my soap box? Show's over. 'Night, 'night.
