Friday, April 07, 2017

Inspiration

My friend and coach, Kris, posted something on her Facebook page yesterday that gave me pause. I watched it again this morning before taking the dogs for a walk and let it filter through my brain as we sidestepped puddles and admired the fat cherry blossoms and smelled the daphne perfuming the air.

Kris was talking about inspiration and how, sometimes, we sit and wait for inspiration to push us to action, and as we wait, we are frustrated and discontent. She wondered whether it is the discontent that is actually the source of inspiration, that if we take that first step toward action, the path will open up and we will begin to feel the motivation to continue. What if the frustration is the sense that there is a difference between what we say we want and what we are doing to get there, and that is actually the driving force, but our desire to wait for a clear sign to begin keeps us from doing anything?

Well, yeah, when you put it that way.

I have been feeling stuck a lot lately and as I walked and ruminated on Kris' words, it struck me that I have been using that stuck feeling as an excuse not to change some things in my life that I can actually control.

I have long felt that I rely on wine and chocolate as crutches to make myself feel better, but since I am not overweight and I never get drunk, I haven't sensed a reason to change my behavior.

But here's the thing: when I indulge in those things in the evening, the narrative that goes through my head sounds a little something like this - I deserve this. It's been a long day. Or - It's a pretty small vice and I don't do it every night. 

More often than not, the next morning, I shake my head at myself, wishing I hadn't had that extra piece of Easter candy (damn you, Cadbury mini-eggs!), and sometimes I even go so far as to come downstairs and throw the remainder of the bag away. And I wonder what message I'm sending to my girls when they see me with a glass of wine almost every night.

The incongruence between what I say I want - to be mindful of food as fuel, to be active and physically healthy - and how I act is grating. And this shows up in other places in my life, too. I see in my Facebook groups that there are other writers who are getting their freelance work published once a week and I feel guilty - I should be out there hustling more work that is visible because the memoir I'm working on won't see the light of day for a year or more.

Often, the way for me to get clarity on things like this is to let my mind create a picture, and this morning was no exception. I imagined myself standing on a beautiful beach, dazzled by all the little, shiny things dotting the sand. There are rocks polished by the surf, fully intact shells, smooth pieces of driftwood. I walk along and gather the ones that are the most intriguing to me, filling my hands and pockets and not really thinking about what I'll do with them or where I will put them. I'll figure that out later. Right now, they are a tangible sign of what I have - like publishing credits or a wine cellar that's full. I feel the land beneath my feet and I am grounded. This is real. I can walk like this forever, back and forth.

But eventually, my hands are full and I've walked the length of the beach. And I realize that what I really want is to be out there, in the ocean, floating, being lifted and held and open to possibilities. When I'm in the water, that's my inspiration, my true passion, my purpose. It is where I can be fully supported and I'm able to really get some perspective. When I float in the water, I can look back at all of the glittery gifts on the beach in their entirety and really discern which ones speak to me. I don't have to gather armfuls of things just because they are lovely, I can truly choose the things that are congruent with the big picture of who I am and what I truly want. And I can come back in to the beach at any time, but when I remember that the floating, the be-ing is where I am most grounded, that it is here where I draw my inspiration, the beach seems like a place for occasional visits, not someplace to dwell and get caught up in the doing and the gathering.

3 comments:

Carrie Link said...

I think to spend some time with the questions, "What do I want, and what am I doing to get there?" is always a good idea. I like what your friend said about inspiration. I do, however, think you're being too hard on yourself with the wine and chocolate!🍷

Kris said...

I love love love this Kari!!! That image of floating and allowing yourself to be where you truly desire to be brings discernment between what's really calling you, and what is merely a bright shiny distraction to fill up your arms. Oh how many times I have done the same thing - stood on the shore of my dreams and filled my arms with so much glittery things that I couldn't possibly take action on the True calling. And what a perfect excuse to stay safe, and stay distracted.

And, while there is nothing wrong with chocolate or wine whatsoever, your awareness is that it may not be serving you in the way that helps you discern what you truly desire. That subtle awareness (I believe) is the "breath of your Soul" inspiring you to choose differently.
xoxoxo,
Kris

Natasha Gruss said...

Trying to get work as a freelancer is hard. Don't feel bad about not doing enough. You're obviously doing great a great blog! Some wine and chocolate doesn't hurt too much. It's alright to celebrate yourself!

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