The past several weeks have found me displaced from my home on more than one occasion, living in local hotels and working in cafes rather than in my cozy home office.
Everything is fine now, but the situation that forced me and my son out of our home was, um … stressful, to say the least.
(Yes, there are crazy people involved. No, it’s not one of those ‘ex’ situations. And yes, that’s all I’m gonna say about the whole darn thing.)
The reason I’m writing to you about it, though, is because I realized something super important during this time.
As I was darting about town trying to find suitable places from which to keep things running in my business (and a quick hallelujah! is in order here for the fact that most of my work is done from my laptop), I realized that:
:: I couldn’t keep up the pace I’d been working at before.
:: I didn’t wanna keep up that pace.
Turns out, my creative zip had been zapped by my overworkaholicism.
And after being forced to take a step back from my schedule, I realized that a little scaling back was just what I needed in order to peel away a little corner of the curtain hiding my shy muse.
And then I began to think about other times in my life when I’ve badgered my muse into hiding— like a crazed lover demanding to know why you haven’t returned my 68 text messages, dammit!
And I remembered one of my favorite tricks for leaving my poor muse alone and getting back in touch directly with my Source.