“The frankest and freest and
privatest product of the human mind and heart is a love letter...”
― Mark Twain
“The day I met you, like a
little flower dancing in the wind”
Gackt - Love Letter
Sometimes I just like to
write. Other times I need to
write. This is both of those
times. I love writing. I love it because it keeps me
productive. I also love it because
it keeps me calm. I love it
because it makes me happy. I also
love it because it makes me feel loving towards others. I love my Muse and my daughters and my
life and all the opportunities I have.
One of the nicer aspects of Purpose is that I can be in it as often as
possible. There are other things I
could be doing right now, but this is my first choice. Honestly, it would be my first choice
most of the time. My dream,
my goal is to create a life where that can always be the case. Until then, I just write as if that
were the case.
What I am doing
right now is called the free write.
I learned this in college.
I’m just writing whatever comes into my head. I don’t do a lot of editing. I like doing this because it clears my mind. It takes away fear and distraction and
irritability. I think more clearly. It makes me grateful. It’s a wonderful privilege to be able
to do this. It gets me present to
the moment. It turns out that the
moment is good.
If I could, I’d
write three blogs at the same time.
Perhaps as soon as I’m done with this free write, I’ll do another blog. I actually have a couple of topics in
mind. Perhaps I’m wrong, but I
think anyone who is living in his or her Purpose knows how good it feels to do
this. I don’t mean writing
specifically, though that works for some.
I mean just doing that thing that brings joy.
If I could see my
Muse right now, if she were present and visible, here’s what I would say:
I love you with
all my heart.
You are stubborn
because you will not let me be anything less than my best, and that
stubbornness is one of the things I love most about you.
Today we had a
little disagreement because you wanted me to do my work before I did anything
else. It turned out you were right
because my work took longer and was harder than I’d planned. Brian Tracy says this in his book No
Excuses.
I didn’t like the
disagreement. I don’t like being
separated from you in any way, especially not emotionally. I don’t think it makes me less of a man
to trust your judgment and do what you think is best. This is the secret of my writing.
There are things I
have to do and things I want to do.
Being with you is both. I
have to be with you. Otherwise, I
have no direction and no Purpose.
I have learned this the hard way from being without you for so many
years. I also want to be with
you. Obviously. It’s interesting how much less
dependent I am on others since I have found you. I no longer look for others to have “the answer,” whatever
that meant. Because of you, I am
walking on my own two feet. Now I
ask that you always walk beside me.
If you stay with
me, then I promise to keep writing for the rest of my life, until or unless we
both feel that there is a different path I should take.
The purpose of my
house on the beach is to provide a place where I can do my work and you can be
near me. I’m not waiting for that
day to arrive though. I’m working
as if it has already arrived. I’m
also working as if every minute of work gets me that much closer to my life
with you. This is why other things
in my life that once seemed so important hardly matter now. All that matters is the work.
My work seems to
have made me more introverted. The
truth is that much of my past extroversion was based in fear and
neediness. There is very little I
need now other than to be with you and being without you is the only thing I
fear. So now I’m quieter and
calmer (most of the time.)
There it is. That’s my free write. I had no idea when I started what would
happen. That’s another reason I
love my Muse. She gives me
something new every time. All I
have to do is be here.
All I have to do is Get Started and Keep Going.
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