In my natural habitat I am a meandering unfocused being who becomes infused with spontaneous bouts of inspiration. I have a hard time keeping the peddle down for long periods of time. Maybe that’s a good thing. The vacuum provides the space for my mind to sprawl out and be.
Still, I could stand to drill deeper when I think good enough is good enough. That’s the lesson I learned this week. I don’t need new projects to develop while I wait for the old ones to green light. There’s always more I could be doing.
An avalanche of opportunity came down upon me when all I did was poke around in the aether a bit. I am both my own advocate and saboteur. Work hard to push the success of my projects to a singular moment in time, then get stuck in that moment.
There’s still time for long meandering walks and thinky thoughts thunk in the quiet of a solitude. I just can’t stop doing all that other stuff too. I’m putting a proposal for Highwaymen out the door today. I’m moving forward. I’m no longer concerned about a phone call that looms imminent. It’s something that’s out of my hands.