Giving in to the Goddess of Your Creative Inner Spirit
Spring fever is here. I’m afflicted. I know this to be true, because I told the hubster an hour ago that I was coming upstairs to my office to write my blog post. Instead, I’ve been looking out the window at the dappling sunshine and petting Luna, who only now just climbed out of my lap. She’s standing in front of the window, still purring like she swallowed a motorboat.
I’ve managed to begin a couple of random articles about editing, neither of which I want to post here, but I’ll go back to them later. Probably. Maybe.
You were almost subjected to a blog post about sundresses (love them), jeans that don’t fit (alas, too tight), and the problem I’ve developed with mispronouncing words I know how to pronounce, a malady I’ve been told falls right at the feet of menopause. Oh, joy.
I also spent ten minutes on a random website looking at mother-of-the-bride dresses, even though my daughter’s wedding isn’t until October and I have no intention of making a purchase until September, because by then I’ll have dropped these extra pounds (see the aforementioned “too tight” remark) unless this is how I’m destined to look from now on (yeah, the menopause thing). Based on my current metabolism, this new body of mine might be permanent.
Mama should’ve warned me.
Also, I just glanced out the window, and the neighbor’s dog is pooping in my front yard. At least someone around here is focused on something important.
In short, the old noggin is home to rambling thoughts today. Actual work appears to be MIA. The good news is that all this mental meandering brought me to an obvious topic, one with which you may be able to help:
How do you focus when your brain is so full of, of . . . everything . . . that you can’t get it to land on something?
Writing isn’t usually an issue for me. I always have something to write about. And I don’t believe in writer’s block, because—well, see the previous sentence. Writer’s block in Lisa Land is just procrastination. Today isn’t about procrastination, though. It’s about too much random stuff banging around in my skull and my inability to grab one thing and make it stand still long enough to write about it. If this keeps up, I’m going to give myself a concussion.
Calm breathing and meditation exercises to relax my roaming brain aren’t working. Already tried that. Penny dog thought my criss-cross pose on the floor was for the purpose of providing her with a belly rub, and when—in favor of cleansing breaths and “ohm” type murmurings—I didn’t comply, she sat on me. That lost me ten minutes, because how do you not lavish attention on a dog who squashes you and dog-kisses your face with obvious adoration?
During that lovefest, Luna stopped purring and turned her back to us. Coincidence? I think not.
I Googled “how to calm an overactive mind,” but the suggested links related to stress management, which isn’t my issue today. However, for the curious, here’s a collective list:
- Deep breathing exercises. (Done.)
- Meditation. (Abandoned in favor of dog kisses.)
- Exercise. (I am exercising . . . my mind!)
- Eliminate clutter from your life. (It’s a hereditary predisposition, and I can’t fight genetics.)
- Stop watching the news. (Perez Hilton might miss me. Oh, wait . . . they mean the other news.)
- Eliminate ego and be more empathetic. (I cry when I see a fly caught in a spider web, so I’m pretty sure this isn’t my problem.)
- Eat healthier foods. (If by “healthier” they mean calcium-rich Red Velvet Cake ice cream, I’m all in!)
- Release your desire to control everything. (I’m not controlling. I’m pleasingly type-A.)
- Do something fun. (Writing IS fun, which makes this one a catch-22.)
- Control your five senses, do not allow them to control you. (Very existential. Also, not too helpful.)
Do any of the ten work for you?
Upon serious reflection, I’ve opted for the Bard’s advice: To thine own self be true. Ergo, I will solve my rambling mind dilemma with the most efficient of solutions—time spent with the hubster, The Voice, and a nice glass of chardonnay.
So easy. Why didn’t I think of it before?
What about you, Buttercup? How do you rein in your thoughts when they want to fly free? Do you have a method for drawing your focus, or do you open your mind and let it wander? Is it better to force your attention, or to allow the Goddess of your Creative Inner Spirit to have her way with your mind?
I think we all know what I chose today. And depending on whether or not you appreciated this post, I guess I owe you either “I’m sorry” or “you’re welcome.” 🙂
The Goddess of my Creative Inner Spirit is in charge right now, and she’s ready for that glass of wine, so . . . see ya next week! Robert Robinson will be here answering interview questions and and offering a sneak peek at his wonderful book of essays, Rocky Mountain Pastels. Don’t miss it!
Have a great week!
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