November Dreamboard: Flow
A year ago I made a dreamboard for this same month. One about writing a book. One about getting it done. And I did. I wrote a shitty first draft. Then, I decided I did not want to finish it. I didn’t want to edit it, or flesh it out, or schlepp it off to the publisher who had asked for it. It didn’t fit me, you see. It wasn’t what I really wanted to write about. And the traditional publishing process was not one I wanted to engage with, at least not at the time.
So I never finished that book that I dreamt of a year ago. Instead I wrote another one. It is every so nearly done…as is the invite to the on-line Soultribes I’ll be offering for the new year. And I really must get them done this month, so that the timing comes out all in a row.
To do so I need to work consistently. Yet my health demands that my work hours be flexible. I need to be confident in what I am doing. Yet I need to be adaptable as plans may require change. I’m willing to work hard. And yet I’m hoping for ease. In short, I want flow…that mysterious zone where you are productive yet still at ease.
So flow, I welcome you…into this space, into these keys, into these fingers sheathed in their fingerless writer’s gloves. I welcome you to my studio, to my heart, to my mind. May you live here and thrive this cold November; may you find warm welcome here.
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May your dream of flow come true!
Good wishes are flowing your way.
I love your very simple and eloquent dreamboard… and the concept of flow… ah yes, a sense of effortless productivity… splendid! Many blessings to you as your dreams unfold and flow right through you! :)
Sometimes, we just need to go one breath at a time… but breathing is a good way to let that flow.. well, flow.
You are so inspiring. The same thing happened to me. It’s OK to let old dreams go. May the flow you are dreaming of find you and make life less stressful, giving you more time and energy. Way to go on this huge achievement!
Amen, sister. I think I’ll invite flow into my space, too.
Twelve years ago, I wrote a novel. It was a wonderful experience and I loved the process of committing myself to the page every day. I tried for several years to get it published and came very close a couple of times, but then my life started overtaking me and I set it aside. At first I was sad that I’d left it behind, but now it feels like it was the right thing to do at the time and the process was worth it even if it didn’t see the light of day. Sometimes it’s about the journey, not the destination. I’m a better writer for the time spent writing, and I grew in the process.
Blessings to you on your bold new dreams.
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