"I have also not given a fuck about many people and many things. And those fucks I have not given have made all the difference." - Mark Manson
Life has been a balancing act of late. Not only has it been difficult balancing my time, but also balancing my passions... what are my passions you ask? First and foremost, traveling. Nothings brings me that satisfaction, the way traveling does. I can't stay longer in one place.
This past year's been hard to focus on my other passions... like flying, writing ... and just creating!
A complete life balance doesn't exists... although many people are looking for it. For most of us it's perhaps a counterbalance. When life gets out of whack, you just correct it. But one thing I do know is that i need to do a better job of putting myself higher on my own to do list. This is a conclusion I reached in the last three years: none cares that much about you that you should care for yourself!
No it is not a cliche, but is a fact, if you learned to observe and analyse different moments of your own life!
I will write more about it in the future.
For the moment I try to remind myself that I am having an affair with my creativity, and I make an effort to present myself to inspiration like somebody you might actually want to have an affair with - not like someone who's been wearing her husband's underwear around the house all week because she has totally given up. I put myself together from head to toe ("from one end to the other of me") and then i get back to my task. It works every time. Honest to God, if I had a freshly want to make a magic, I would have done it.
"Fake it till you make it" is the trick.
"Dress for the novel you want to write" is another way of saying it.
Seduce the Big Magic and it will always come back to you - the same way a raven is captivated by a shiny, spinning thing.
And because we are talking about re-starting i will let the story about "two frogs in trouble" to inspire you along the hard time, if any!
"Once a big fat frog and a lively little frog were hoping along together when they had the misfortune to jump straight into a pail of fresh milk. They swam for hours and hours, hoping to get out somehow; but the sides of the pail were steep and slippery, and death seemed certain.
When the big frog was exhausted he lost courage. There seemed no hope of rescue. "Why keep struggling against the inevitable? I can't swim any longer" he moaned. <Keep on! Keep on!> urged the little frog, who was still circling the pail. So they went on for a while. But the big frog decided it was no use. "Little brother, we may as well give up," he gasped, "I'm going to quit struggling."
Now only the little frog was left. He thought to himself, "Well, to give up is to be dead, so I will keep on swimming." Two more hours passed and the tiny legs of the determined little frog were almost paralyzed with exhaustion. It seemed as if he could not keep moving for another minute. But then he thought of his dead friend, and repeated, <To give up is to be meant for someone's table, so I'll keep on paddling until i die - if death is to come - but I will not cease trying - <while there is life, there is hope!>
Intoxicated with determination, the little frog kept on, around and around and around the pail, chopping the milk into white waves. After awhile, just as he felt completely numb and thought he was about to drown, he suddenly felt something solid under him. To his astonishment, he saw that he was resting on a lump of butter which he had churned by his incessant paddling! And so the successful little frog leaped out of the milk pail of freedom."
So, whenever you feel the hardship of the time, or think that is too much what comes your way... keep on paddling!
And better option: keep travel with me around the web and world.