Today, I was productive.
I answered emails and blog comments and returned phone calls and made appointments. I coached a client and ran a twitter chat and wrote copy for my new consulting page.
I let my personal trainer kick my butt. Did the dishes. Unpacked boxes. Tidied the living room. (Well, I tidied it just enough so I was not mortified when the babysitter came.)
And then I sat down to write.
And found that today … today, I am boring.
I have two blog posts half-written. Full of facts. Full of detail.
But no story. No feeling. No epicness. No truth.
So, in a brilliant stroke of procrastination, I went on twitter.
And a tweet from my BFF Sarah Robinson came across my screen:
To which I replied:
And there it is.
That’s where the truth is. That’s the story. That’s always where the realness is.
In this moment.
And in this moment, I feel boring.
Productive, but boring.
Such is the ebb and flow of creativity. Some days the genius outside of us just ain’t showing up.
And our job is not to worry about the apparently lack of epicness. It’s not to lament the absence of inspiration.
Our job is to be in this moment.
As boring, as ordinary, as pedestrian as this moment may be.
To write. To create. To show up.
To do the work.
#thatisall
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