This week I’ve changed my schedule at the hotel life as we are training a new manager. My assistant and I are sharing the training schedule. I am very grateful to be able to have a flexible schedule and with my extra time in the mornings, I planned to sit down and get some writing done. I thought I would start a blog post to get my fingers tapping on the keyboard. I thought about my recent post about resistance and I’m interested in Steven Pressfield’s book, The War of Art. I was sloth like to get to the page this morning, but once I started I felt better. Before that resistance was whispering ways to avoid doing any writing before I headed to the hotel life. When resistance is whispering in my ear so is my true self, the part of me that knows my passion is to be right here on the page. My little cheerleader is calling out to me as I am calling out to creativity.
Look in your heart. Unless I’m crazy, right now a still small voice is piping up, telling you as it has ten thousand times, the calling that is yours and yours alone. You know it. ~ Steven Pressfield
Do you hear your still voice? Does it call out to you as it calls out to me? I imagine what my voice looks like in this scenario. I see a hand reaching out from the darkness, and a voice crying out, like the princess from The Never Ending Story; Marion Ann, don’t stop, keep writing, plllllllllllease keep writing… Sometimes I get shivers up and down my neck as I know this is true. My true self is desperately calling out and becoming louder and louder over the voice of resistance.
I will continue to reread The War of Art to remember that resistance is sneaky and it can slip in without any notice. I am truly grateful to be aware of the nagging feeling that something is missing. Thank goodness creativity never went away thought resistance was certain it had. See, that R-word can blind us with self-doubt and I’m here to let you know I’m onto the ego and resistance and they don’t’ stand a chance!
Until Next Time, Keep on Typing…