Imagine sauntering your way through life and looking back only to find you haven't moved too far?
Not to put a damper on routine and consistency...there is definitely a need for both, but there is also a need to leap every once in a while.
I'm not talking about leaping between rocks in a pond but more of a bungee leap...where the stakes are high and the rush is real! The kind of leap that makes you question everything and regret nothing! The kind of leap that you don't need to look back on because you are too focused enjoying the moment.
This is the kind of leap that will change you, change those around you, and shape your destiny. This is the kind of leap that makes life worth living. This is the kind of leap I challenge you to today, Leap Day 2016!
Is there a leap of faith you need to take? Is there a risk you need to embrace in order to make more creative time and space in daily living? Do you have a vision that will not subside nomatter how hard you try to ignore it?
What do you need to leap in to today to change tomorrow?
Well...what are you waiting for?
Take a leap!
The bungee cord of life is more forgiving than you think.
Dancing is therapy for my soul! I was reminded of this very helpful coping skill while facing the pile of dishes I have been ignoring for the past two days. Dishes and laundry are the bain of my existence...and yet a reality of life. It seems as soon as one load is put away it is time to reload. Round and round the cycle goes.
In an effort to come up with a creative solution to this weekly dilemma, I decided to go round and round myself. While dancing in the kitchen, I can feel my aggravation turn to motivation.
Put a few dishes away...pirouette.
Scrubb a few plates...chaine turn.
Dry a few sippy cups...grand adagio!
And voila, the dishes are conquered for the night and my soul is replenished. Two birds with one stone...or should I say two loads with one pirouette. Whichever idiom you prefer, I have decided I certainly prefer dance with my dishes and plan to adopt this creative habit so I can turn loads of work into loads of fun.
Wishing you creative solutions to conquer whatever load you may be carrying.
While clearing some of the notes from my iPhone this morning (in an effort to declutter), I came across a hilarious...and all too familiar memory from early motherhood. Mind you, I am still in early motherhood given my son is only a wee 15 months...but this was written in one of the "Reality Check" moments during the first few weeks of new motherhood...a special and extremely vulnerable season for all new mamas. Fortunately, I was able to find the humor in the humility, a creative habit I continue to develop daily!
1.22.15 - I GOT THIS
Inspired? Why YES! I am reemerging into my pre post pardom self. Today I took a shower, actually styled my hair and put on make up, most of it in the car...a habit I thought I'd break with a new passenger, but alas, a soul can only conquer so much audaciousness in one day.
Take the cheeky black pantsuit number I discovered on my TJ Max shopping venture, capitalizing on "nap time," no doubt. As I rocked my new accessory...no I'm not referring to the vanity necklace I previously bought in the Kohl's Junior's section...despite the fact I am clearly no longer a "junior" but in charge of one...
Wait, were was I? There seems to be a consistent disconnect between synapses when the brain has only been charged for 2-3 hours at a time going on 9 weeks...so bare with me when it comes to run ons...giving I'm running on fumes myself.
Take my rookie stroller skills which are "bare" and raw as can be. After two egress attempts to awkwardly push the heavy store door forward with my left hand while simultaneously pulling my new four wheeled companion with my right, I found myself wedged between the two when the saintly customer behind me decided to grace me with her offer.
"Let me help you," never sounded so direct...so necessary. As she reached out with her free hand...a luxury I used to take for granted...I felt my pride stir within as I finally wiggled free from my predicament. "Oh thanks, but I got it," I responded with a grin...despite the unspoken truth which was all too obvious!
Car seat "Click" and errand number one is done! Will the somber slumber of my precious child allow for another? I decide to take my chances, which brings me to the "find" of my day on errand...no Feat, number two!
As I rummage through hanger after hanger of mismatched floral leggings, a stunning, black jumper reveals itself. The pleated pants and seductive neckline appear far to elegant for the red clearance $19.99 price tag, as though JLo herself decided to donate to my cause...
Pure, unadulterated desire to turn my husband's head...without two plastic flanges pumping the goods.
It's terrifying and liberating all at once to remove my well warn yoga pants and cotton tee to slip on an actual form fitted outfit...not to mention one in my pre-preggo size. I hold my breath as I pull the zipper, and despite the last half inch cinch, WHALA! Sexy mama is possible...at least until nap time ends and my yogi's are coated with spit up...
Until then, I will revel in the joy of splurging and purging...splurging on my whimsical ideal of modern motherhood and purging my exhaustion and disillusionment for just one more hour. (Stirring in the stroller)
Correction, one more minute...
I sigh with relief as I make my purchase and notice a stroller veteran leaving the store. As she backs into the double doors and pulls the stroller seamlessly behind her, I take note and do the same.
I feel the swagger as I walk through the parking lot with restored confidence. "I got this..." "OH YEAH, I GOT THIS!"
"There's a paradox in the notion that creativity should be a habit. We think of creativity as a way of keeping everything fresh and new, while habit implies routine and repetition. That paradox intrigues me because it occupies the place where creativity and skill rub against each other." ( Tharp, The Creative Habit, pg.9)
Dead Twyla Tharp,
I think your parents must have known you were going to be a creative genius when they named you. I mean honestly, how can you have a name like Twyla and not stand out?! Being the curious, creative being that I am, I looked up the meaning of Twyla.
Well, you have certainly woven the paradox of creativity and habit and found "a cord" with me. I think if you read this, you would like my play on words. Maybe someday you will. But even if you never do...thank you.
Thank you for weaving your creative gift of writing and conceptual thinking to publish "The Creative Habit" which has had profound significance on my life. I am dedicated to developing my own creative habits so I can use the gifts I have been given to serve our ultimate Creator and help other women do the same.
God bless you Twyla, for you have blessed me.
I love your choreography. Dance has always been my outlet. Even though I am beyond the prime dancing age, I will dance until my knees buckle! It is a creative habit I refuse to lose!
Living life in the fast lane? Need a reprieve? This sign is the answer, at least for me. I know as soon as I cross under, the Pacific Ocean awaits me filling my spirit with waves of anticipation.
Having returned from our Southeast Asia trip and back to the reality of daily life, I found myself rushing constantly to try to "keep up" with "it all" over the past 3 weeks. Then, somewhere between my second load of laundry and fourth time picking up toys today, I decided it was time to visit the end of the freeway and embrace the start of a new "free way" where my mind and spirit can be free of distractions.
So here we are, my son and I, parked at Ocean Beach where I can finally focus on my creative habit of writing while he sleeps in the back...
Hold that thought...was sleeping in the back! Time for some sand between our toes and endless giggles...
So grateful for times like these to get away from the constant "rush" and live freely in the moment. May you find the end of your freeway this week, even if just for a rejuvenating hour! Your soul will thank you!