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Party With Mozart

I had a personal epiphany this week. I'm desperately afraid of having nothing to do. This is why I keep myself ridiculously busy and why I procrastinate. Yep, in the back of my mind, knowing that there's a sink full of dishes to do just in case I can't get in to see a movie is a bit comforting. So I always like to have a sink full of dirty dishes waiting for me.

The only reason I'm mentioning this is because I think it's affected my creativity. I was talking with a friend of mine earlier this week about the three historical people we would go back in time to meet. (In case you're wondering, my response was Mozart (to party with him), Jesus, and Thomas Jefferson...in no particular order.)

His response (including Adam so he could find out what it was like to be created instead of born) blew me away. I felt completely inadequate. Party with Mozart?!? What was I thinking? There are so many deep, philosophical ideas to explore...and I chose PARTY WITH MOZART?

As I thought about this, I realized that my answer was completely off the cuff and his had clearly been thought through. That's when it also dawned on me that I don't really have a lot of time these days dedicated to just letting my thoughts ramble. I keep myself so wickedly busy that I don't think anymore. You know that deep thinking that only seems to happen while star gazing or letting the ocean waves tickle your toes?

So I forced myself to stay home yesterday. I completely resisted the overwhelming urge to go to the beach or a trail or call up someone for lunch. Winnipeg and I just did yard work and housework and attempted to clean out a closet while listening to the iPod just a wee bit loud. And don't tell my calendar this, but I kinda liked it!

It's still too early to say what kind of effect this had on me. There's still so much I have left to do that I'm still wrapped up in the never-ending to-do list. However, I'm really trying to embrace this idea of slowing down a bit and giving my brain a chance to do what it does best. Think. Create. Explore.

(P.S. I'm getting ready to launch a new business.)
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Christy said…
Amen! And I can't wait to hear about the new business.
8:08 PM
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