Some days I sit here ready to go. My fingers hit the keys and there is some connection between head and heart and hands as the words fly onto the screen faster than I can process them.
Those days are rare.
Inspiration is fickle. We have somehow gotten the great idea that we need to be inspired to write or sing or create or produce. I have lost too many opportunities to create because I’ve been sitting in the waiting room flipping through magazines as I wait for my name to be called.
Then I discovered something. No one asked me to wait. I did that to myself. Writing is not dependent on inspiration. Sure, inspiration feels great. I love those moments when everything flows and I hit that last word and say, “YES!”
What if I wrote without sitting in the waiting room? What would happen then?
Maybe I wouldn’t have the YES!
But I would have words on the page.
Maybe it would be slow.
But it would be happening.
Maybe it would be lousy.
But it would be writing.
Some days the act needs to be enough. Because on those days the “YES” does come when I look at the screen or the page and realize I did it.
I worked on my art.
So step out of the waiting room. Consider this your number being called. It’s your turn. Now exhale.
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