Friday, November 22, 2013

A Nice Day


“Have a nice day!”

Popular saying in the early 1970’s


“I believe, I believe every day is a good day when you paint.”
Bob Ross

Without bad days, how would you be able to know what a good day is like? So be grateful about your bad day, it means that a good day is just around the corner.
Nishan Panwar


This has been a nice day. 
In fact, it’s been a very nice day and now I have time to write and I am grateful.  I also have the opportunity to get some other things done and I want to use this time well.  The last few days have been difficult and today some things resolved.  There is often, however, a temptation to relax when things seem good.  I can lose my focus.  Things that I said yesterday I would do today suddenly don’t seem as urgent. 
However, I’m going to review my objectives for today and get them done, including two blogs.  Something I’ve noticed about time and money is that when I think I have an abundance of it, something unexpected usually surprises me.  Sometimes the surprise is unpleasant, perhaps an unexpected task.  Other times, a pleasant opportunity presents itself, but if I’m distracted by unfinished tasks on my to-do list, then the opportunity is less pleasant or I have to forego it altogether. 
So I’m using the time to write and I plan on writing again later this evening.  At this point, however, I’m just engaging in the physical act of letting my fingers hit the keyboard, because I really don’t have anything to say yet. 
Right now there’s a little bit of rain and some thunder.  It’s unusual weather so it’s relaxing.  Today has been relaxing. 
So what do I do when I’m relaxed and, at the same time, committed to writing but feeling no passion?
I just write. 
Sometimes when things are difficult, the Muse comes more quickly, perhaps to provide comfort or help me get focused.  But when things are calm, she sometimes waits to see how important writing is to me.  During the difficult times, writing is a source of healing, relief and release, like medicine.  It also creates structure.  But will I still take care of myself if I’m not sick?  Yes, writing, or any Purpose, can serve as a form of therapy, of healing even.  But Purpose is also meant to serve the world.  It’s also meant to be offered up as a gift to God.  I can’t do that if I’m not here.  It’s not just about me.
I just write.  That’s it.   I wait for the Muse.  She has something she wants me to say or I wouldn’t feel compelled to be here.  How joyful it is to be in the hands of a power that is so loving and far greater than anything I could ask or imagine.  And I don’t mean the Muse only.
So I sit here and write, enjoying the rain, enjoying the music, surrounded by books and feeling privileged and grateful to be here.  Sometimes this is all I want to do.  The only thing I would change is that I would do it on my house on the beach.   Rain on the beach would be nice.
This has been a nice day.
And it’s not over.   I still have to Get Started and Keep Going…because I want it to be a nice night, too.