Sunday, May 13, 2007

the chute I started a new job today (well, three days ago now). I started a new job that has been a long time coming, waiting patiently for me to get ready for it. The right circumstances and events had to be orchestrated by the universe. Relationships had to be seeded and watered and nurtured over many years. Subsets of skills had to be acquired, one by one. Confidence had to be allowed and owned. Then, and only then, the mother of all vortexes could open up to transfer a dream from my vibrational escrow account and place it on my doorstep. How do I know these things? Because of how it felt. Effortless (mostly, when I got out of the way). Instinctual. The next logical step. As a matter of fact, it reminds me of a time in my youth when a similar sort of situation lined up for me. You may have read about that adventure. Remembering that period in my life gives me some excellent perspective from which to savor this latest round of delight even more. What I didn't know back then: 1) This too shall pass. The momentary elation of landing a job, nailing interviews, knowing people are saying nice things about you - all that is great for a few minutes, then the hard work comes along fast and furious, during which you continue to build an artful life from moment to moment in addition to your identity in the job, and that is sweet; 2) Attaining a dream doesn't have to be a disorienting experience. Now that this one is out of the hopper, what other cool stuff is coming up behind it, now that there is room in the chute for more? Knowing what I know now, I have just as much enthusiasm around...
what a ride If you've hung around reach.dabble.shine for any length of time, you know that I'm big into resistance - at least the soul-whispering, taming and befriending aspects of it that eventually reduce it to a manageable gremlin who simply amuses rather than irritatingly exacerbates. So it was with keen interest that I turned to a recently recommended book about the topic, entitled The War of Art: Break Through the Blocks and Win Your Inner Creative Battles, by Steven Pressfield. Reading it has supplied me with many inspiring quotes, like this one: "Resistance knows that the more psychic energy we expend dredging and re-dredging the tired, boring injustices of our personal lives, the less juice we have to do our work." And this one: "Creative work is not a selfish act or a bid for attention on the part of the actor. It's a gift to the world and every being in it. Don't cheat us of your contribution. Give us what you've got." But the whole war metaphor - it just wasn't resonating with me. When I read passages like, "Resistance's goal is not to wound or disable. Resistance aims to kill...when we fight it, we are in a battle to the death," well, I wasn't having as much fun with this material as I wanted to be. I sat with this discontent, fully realizing a few days later what the issue was when I noticed this quote, the signature in someone's email: "Life should NOT be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in an attractive and well preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways, chocolate in one hand, martini in the other, body thoroughly used up, totally worn out and screaming "WOO HOO what a ride!" - Anonymous My Ah-ha! moment In my opinion,...

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