I spent the whole day like I was in the wrong gear, engine making a grinding sound. I couldn’t get anything done, though it was so URGENT to do so, though I kept reaching out for things to do…
Irritating, but I knew that I just hadn’t asked the right question yet.
So I kept going for walks. Putting on my EOs. Journalling and reading and…
Big Magic tripped the switch. Elizabeth Gilbert was describing how she worked part time as she wrote. I sagely nodded my head. She noted that she’s seen artists burn out trying to make their living off their art. Oh, yes, I also…
:screeching breaks sound effects:
I had made a point of not doing that to writing–but then I’d given myself a near impossible goal-expectation in my coaching business. THAT’S why I couldn’t get traction on my to-dos.
The best thing, though, was that my process to question my paralysis worked. It took longer than I wanted it to, but it worked.
I asked, “Why am I afraid? What am I making this about?”
I went for walks, journaled, and read books that seemed likely to shake loose thoughts about it.
What are you stuck on lately? Have you asked those hard questions of yourself?
That’s not the end of the story, so check in again on Friday!