I woke up this morning to grey skies. The air was cool, and as I made my way downtown, a light rain was falling. Despite the promise of sunshine, it rained most of the day. That didn’t seem to matter since I was holed up in a boardroom.
Being locked in a boardroom all day made me think about the past couple of weeks. There’s been so much on the to-do list that I’ve “forgotten” to keep in touch with my believing mirrors. Responding to an e-mail, returning a phone call — they all end up on the to-do list but never get done. It’s easy to put them off when it’s eleven o’clock at night and your eyelids are heavy.
So this evening I did one simple thing: I called a friend who has been my champion for a long time. No matter where I am, no matter what I am doing, she’s the type of friend whose support helps me to keep on keeping on. After getting off the phone with her, I sat down at the piano and continued working on a song started a few days ago. Note by note, measure by measure, the song is taking shape. I made it to the piano this evening as I had made it to the page this morning. I can’t do it all, but when I’m staying in touch with people who cheer me on, the tasks that lie ahead on the ever-growing to-do list don’t seem as daunting or dire.
When I stepped outside at four o’clock this afternoon, the long-promised sun had arrived. I made my way home, stayed long enough to change into my running gear, and then headed out for the riverside trail. Running, my inner critic was outpacing me — trying to convince me my dreams were pie in the sky. The call to my friend reminded me of my worth, and I was able to take heart again and get back to work, just a little bit at a time. And that felt good.
Being locked in a boardroom all day made me think about the past couple of weeks. There’s been so much on the to-do list that I’ve “forgotten” to keep in touch with my believing mirrors. Responding to an e-mail, returning a phone call — they all end up on the to-do list but never get done. It’s easy to put them off when it’s eleven o’clock at night and your eyelids are heavy.
So this evening I did one simple thing: I called a friend who has been my champion for a long time. No matter where I am, no matter what I am doing, she’s the type of friend whose support helps me to keep on keeping on. After getting off the phone with her, I sat down at the piano and continued working on a song started a few days ago. Note by note, measure by measure, the song is taking shape. I made it to the piano this evening as I had made it to the page this morning. I can’t do it all, but when I’m staying in touch with people who cheer me on, the tasks that lie ahead on the ever-growing to-do list don’t seem as daunting or dire.
When I stepped outside at four o’clock this afternoon, the long-promised sun had arrived. I made my way home, stayed long enough to change into my running gear, and then headed out for the riverside trail. Running, my inner critic was outpacing me — trying to convince me my dreams were pie in the sky. The call to my friend reminded me of my worth, and I was able to take heart again and get back to work, just a little bit at a time. And that felt good.
Excellent! I am so proud of your creativity, as it exists in so many different ways. I hope we can speak soon - I always love to hear what you are working on.
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