Back to the Basic’s ~ For the umteenth time

A few years ago I was a disciple of Steven Pressfield’s, The War of Art. There is so much to relate to, especially with Resistance. Now I am reading Mr. Pressfields, Turning Pro, Tap Your Inner Power and create your life’s work, and right from the start I am hit hard with the truth. Before I started reading the book, I flipped through the pages because there is a message for me right away.

Art and Addiction – bam! Let’s get into now, there is no time like the present.

From The War of Art, there is a theme about resistance which resonated with me. Resistance of getting to the page as often I as I use to. I was beating myself up because I use to write for hours at a time, the was when I had an entry level job, no responsibility, except to show up, do the job and leave and leave the job at the work place for the next day.

As I started to grow in my hotel life, the distractions, the displacement activities that Steven Pressfield’s, Turing Pro, talks about, started to show.

” When we’re living as amateurs, we’re running away from our calling – meaning our work, our destiny, the obligation to become our truest and highest selves. Addiction becomes a surrogate for our calling. We enact the addiction instead of embracing the calling. Why? Because to follow a calling requires work. It’s hard. It hurts. It demands entering the pain-zone of effort, risk, and exposure.” ~ Turning Pro

Read that again. Let it sink in. I am still floating around the truth of these words. I shared how I was more productive when I had little responsibility at the day job and had more space for creativity. I was happy to be diving into my destiny as a creative being. I look back and can see the moments where my writing started to suffer, where I stopped writing for hours and was happy to squeeze in a half hour each day. I started to take on more responsibility at the hotel life, then I became a manager and the level of responsibility took over and creativity was on the side lines waiting patiently for me. This sounds like an excuse, and maybe it is, but on some other level I was possibly self-sabotaging myself even though I knew I was born to tell stories, to write stories and share them with the world.

I gave myself a swift kick in the behind and finished my debut memoir, Behind the Kitchen Doors ~ The Summers, and with the help of a great friends, self published the book over two years ago. I found a balance, I told myself that creativity comes first, the day job needed to be treated like a day job where I left work at work, and the only thing I took home with me were the guests that provided me with character development. The ego and I broke up and I knew it would be back, but I thought I knew what it looked like to avoid it again when it showed up like a bad boyfriend. The sad thing is, I saw ego coming back and I fell into the old routine of giving more attention to the job then creativity. It seemed the distractions were greater than my will to write. I moved to a new province, started a new job with more responsibility then I expected and started a farm. Where was the room for writing? This is where my sassy alter ego says, “Hello, writing always comes first!” Exactly. Creativity has to be my number one priority and buying Steven Pressfield’s book is one of the many steps of my true self getting back on track.

I will be sharing more of my writing journey for the next few weeks. This is how I started this blog and I must stay true to creativity. “It is my responsibility to share my great work with the world.” ~ Gabby Berstein

Thank you for being here with me today. How is your creative life? What are you doing to keep on track? I love to hear from you.

Until Next Time, Keep on Typing…

The R-Word

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…