When inspiration fails
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Hello friends, What happens when we’re not inspired? Or worse, what happens when we’re downtrodden, or exhausted, or want to give up? Well… Rest is always a good option when we can make space for it. Refilling the well is another strategy: going for a walk, reading a novel, listening to music, sitting under a tree, watching a movie, meditating… Other times, we have to adult, don’t we? The thing I’ve learned though, is that adulting goes better if I don’t carry the attitude that this sucks and everything is a grind. We don’t always have to feel inspired, we can show up because we’ve committed to something. We commit to family, community, spiritual practice, creative practice, work, nature, or ourselves. That’s all important. I don’t feel inspired today—as a matter of fact, I feel a bit tired—but here I am, committed to communicating with you. I will also get at least a short writing session in on my current novel, plus edit some audio. Maybe I’ll do some other business tasks, too. That’s a big maybe, but I’m keeping my options open. I’ll likely go for a walk, because that’s one of my other commitments. But I’m also not going to push too hard. When I’m in the flow of inspiration, energy rises, and vice versa. When I have more energy, inspiration is easier to access. Today, my energy feels low, but I’m doing my best to stay curious. How about you? How are your current life conditions and energy reserves? What helps you recommit or feel inspired? When inspiration fails, we still have life. I’m going to remember that. Best wishes — Thorn
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T. Thorn Coyle
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