No More Putting On Plays In The Backyard

Honey, it is time to move your work to a bigger venue. Today, if possible.

I know it doesn’t feel ready and I know you’re not sure how and I know the new website isn’t up yet and you haven’t lost the weight and your not sure if your skills are what they should be and there are those changes that you know really need to be done before anyone sees it and..and…and…

I get it.

Me, too.

But seriously – we are in no position to judge our own work. And we’re certainly in no position to judge the work that’s been sitting there pawing at the front door waiting to go out for heaven-knows-how-long.

So take a chance. Publish it. Send it out. Post a picture of it. Share it. Make a one-minute movie of it.

Just get it out there so that we have a chance to enjoy it, too.

Because perhaps the most important part of art is what the audience brings to the piece, and if you don’t share it, we can’t experience it.

And let me know how it goes for you, OK?

P.S. Have you signed up for the “Procrastination Is Genius In Disguise” teleclass tomorrow 10/6? Register for free here: http://www.GetItDoneTeleclass.com (no cost, no commitment, no commute!) and you’ll get the recording as my gift to you, too! YAY!

That Panicky Feeling

That Panicky Feeling

You know that panicky feeling you get when you’re about to make a big move? Don’t let it deter you – it’s only old ghosts and shadows that will disappear as the sun rises.

Sitting at my desk a few weeks ago, about to hit the button that would send out the announcement about the publication of “By The Way, You Look Really Great Today” to my whole list, I started to feel a little nauseated.

I started to wonder if maybe I shouldn’t wait until tomorrow.

I started to think that maybe the book wasn’t really complete after all, and perhaps I should go back and revise it.

I started to doubt the cover art, the literary merit and the wisdom of even trying such a project.

Yep – me – the person who spends all day telling other people to screw up their courage and share their art – was shocked to find out that what I really wanted was to run away and hide.

And I remembered back to previous experiences like it, and realized that that panicky feeling had led me to do things like:
– get sick
– set a nearly-finished project down and start something new
– create a crisis or emergency
– go clean out my sock drawer
– pick a fight with someone I love
– talk myself out of the launch

Sad, and kind of funny, too.

So next time you’re getting that top-of-the-roller-coaster feeling, just acknowledge it and keep moving. Say a prayer for the best possible outcome for all concerned, release your attachment to the results (sure, that’s easy, right? 🙂 and just keep putting one foot in front of the other.

You’ve come this far – don’t abandon yourself now.

Procrastination Is Genius In Disguise: DESIRE

We all have projects that we know would make an enormous difference in our lives.

Good projects.
Important projects.
World-changing projects.

And they’re just sitting there, staring at us.

The good news is that you’re still thinking about it, which means you have DESIRE.

So just for a minute, quit beating yourself up about how or what you should have done by now. (Can you? Just for a minute?) Now, let’s tap in to the energy that’s inside that desire.

Take a deep breath and really feel the sweet yearning for your Great Idea rising up from your belly. Allow the JOY of your Great Idea to fill your heart and spirit. Focusing only on the yummy-ness of it, let your Great Idea be reborn in your mind, fresh and new, without any judgment or recrimination.

Stay in that joyful feeling for just another moment, and see if a little, tiny action-item occurs to you. Is there a little idea that just floats into your head? A little beginning? If not, that’s OK – now might not be the right time – so just relish that Great Idea of yours and move on with your day.

But you might let the divine energy that is contained within your desire inspire you to take one, eensy-tiny only-15 minutes action around your Great Idea.

And let me know how it goes, OK?

Bouncing Back From Disappointment: Really Gettting Over It (Step One)

We all get disappointed sometimes.  And mostly we follow a pretty simple process of feeling tremendously upset, thinking about it way too much, then finding some way to comfort ourselves and then moving on.  With the help of some friends, some carb-heavy comfort food (or herb tea or martinis or double-chocolate
fudge crunch ice cream
or whatever your narcotic of choice may be…) and perhaps a period of true unbridled wallowing, we get over it.

Mostly.

But some disappointments linger.  Some become a permanent part of our internal landscape.  Some even feel as though they have become part of our identity, and we almost can’t imagine letting them go, even though they cause us so much pain.

Here’s the good news: you’re reading this.

That tells me that you:

  1. Actually WANT to get over it
  2. Can at least sort of imagine that you COULD get over it
Welcome to Bouncing Back from Disappointment: Three Strategies to Really Get Over It. 

I hope we’re going to make some good progress
here – I can’t guarantee anything, but I have seen people make some miraculous shifts in very brief amounts of time, so I
wouldn’t rule anything out.  Now, it’s not possible to “unthink” something, and you can’t not feel the way you feel
about something.  There’s no magic pill.

But you can
unscrew the bolts a little bit on the ideas that are keeping the experience both fixed and
painful.

(One possible exception:  Grief.  My
experience is that other kinds of pain and disappointment can shift and move
but grief – even old grief – just sweeps up on you and feels for all the world like it just happened this morning.  So I want you to be working on a specific
frustration or disappointment or failure here, and I want you to pick one, but
if it’s a Grief, then maybe, just for the purposes of today, pick another, less
knotty one.)

Everybody have one particular disappointment in mind?  Good.

Maybe it’s just a little one: I over salted the
turkey meatloaf the other night and I’m a little disappointed in myself.

Or a medium one: I’m still so bummed I
never finished college, or that we got outbid on that house.

Or a big one: I got fired.

Or a really big one: I still can’t
believe he or she had that affair.


Now, let’s get a
reading here:

On a scale of 1-5, how disappointed are you about your
thing? 

1 = Actually, I’m mostly
over it

2 = Still stings a bit

3 = This causes me some pain when I think about it

4 = Ouch! Ouch!  Ouch!!!!!!!

5 = I almost can’t imagine EVER being over this

Are you at a 1, 2, 3, 4 or 5?  Whatever it is, just guesstimate and write
down the number.

It’s important that you be honest with yourself about your level of disappointment.

Sometimes we can get caught up in Enforced Optimism (“Oh, it’s all good…”) or Depressive Diminishment (“It’s no big deal”) and I don’t want that.  I want you to haul the monsters out from under the bed and look them in the eye.  Be straight with yourself.  There’s no sense pretending that you feel all yippee-skippy when you don’t, and there’s no sense hanging on to a disappointment from which, you discover, you are really mostly already recovered.


STEP ONE: We Are Not Amused (but maybe we could be…)

So the first thing I want you
to do is give this event a new, more disastrous name.  Really exaggerate.  Unleash your Inner Drama Queen.  Go for it.  Write it down.

“I blew the presentation,” could be
re-named “I’m Headed For The Poorhouse For Sure!!!”

“I fell off my diet,” becomes “I Am
The Walrus, Koo Koo Ka Choo”

“I didn’t finish my novel,” becomes “I Will Never Be A Real Writer Ever Ever Ever Ever Ever”

Got it?
Be melodramatic.  Make yourself laugh.

 
(
It’s great if you can do this with a trusted friend who can laugh with you.)

How does it feel to give it this extreme name?  What do you notice?  What shifts?

Next, I want you to write down a really minimizing name for your event.  Brush it off.  Spin it like a crooked politician. Or imagine you have an eccentric great-aunt who hears about your disappointment and just waves it away with a word.  What does she call it?

“Nobody’s buying my product,” becomes “Well, This Has Been Some Fascinating Market Research…”

“I’ll never get another date,” becomes “Oh, Pish Posh, Silly Old Dating, Who Cares?”  

“I’m chronically disorganized,” becomes “I Am So Creative With Where I Put Things!”

Again, write them down and notice how each one feels.  (Don’t worry – you can always go back to the same way you’ve always felt.  No pressure.)

We’re
just experimenting with perspectives here, so you don’t need to actually believe your new names for this event, but you do need to acknowledge that there may be some alternatives to the lonely, empty feeling you’ve allowed the memory of this event to trigger in you.

If you like this Step, then keep going:

– What would your dearest, best friend call this event?

– What would your Guardian Angel call it?

– What would a poet call it?

– What would a late-night infomercial spokesperson call it?

– What would a gypsy fortune-teller call it?

Experimenting with different names can remind you that when it comes to your own life, you are in a position of choice. 

You get to decide what you think about it.  

And that can move you from feeling like a disappointed victim to feeling like the confident, empowered, creative genius that you truly are.

NOTE: I’m curious – what names did you come up with?  Please comment because I’d love to hear them!

Coming soon: Step Two!

Thief

So I was doing some internal work a while ago about money.  Now, as it happens, I have a pretty good relationship with money.  I like money, I usually have enough, I don’t mind paying bills and since I always pay my bills on time, I have a very sexy credit score.But I couldn’t help noticing that while I always had enough money, I never had more than enough.  My standard of living hasn’t changed much in the past 20 years, and I was feeling like I’d like to participate more fully in the economy; I want to buy stuff.

I took a piece of paper and started writing down all the ways I thought I was about money: thrifty, smart, easy, responsible, careful, respectful, appreciative.  All well and good.  But what about the opposite?  What about the ways I thought I wasn’t allowed to be about money?

I started going with the idea that “what you can’t be with, runs you.”  In other words, if you can’t stand the idea of being rude, then you spend your whole life in terror of rudeness, and you let your fear of rudeness make your decisions for you.  But if you can admit that (sometimes) you are rude, then you can just go about your generally-polite life aware that sometimes rudeness happens, and that’s OK.  (Especially if you apologize afterwards.)

So what do I think I can’t be around money?  Hmmm: irresponsible, careless, profligate, reckless, wasteful, disrespectful, ungrateful… With each word I made a picture in my mind of me behaving in that way.  Irresponsible?  Yes, I could definitely think of a time or two that had happened.  Careless?  Certainly.  Profligate?  Well, not really, but I sort of liked the image that appeared in my mind of me just throwing money around, buying stuff without looking at the pricetag – very Auntie Mame.  This was fun.  Then.  Then.  Then I wrote down the word “thief.”

Well.  Clearly a person can’t be a thief.  That would just be wrong.  But I was committed to my “opposites” game, so I started to think, “where in my life am I a thief?”  And it came to me:

The quarter-inch of lotion in the bottle I couldn’t bring myself to throw away or replace, because there was still some left. 

The freebie lipstick that was the wrong color but I kept it anyway.

The clothes in my closet that don’t fit.

The time I stole from my writing to ditz around doing nothing much at all.

Those items – the ones I was hanging on to out of a sense of “thrift” – were STEALING from me!  They were stealing my time, my attention, my space, even my ability to liberally apply lotion after my morning shower!

And I was stealing my own art right from under my nose.I was the thief, stealing from myself over and over again.

I was stealing my ability to live in the moment.  I was even stealing my faith in the future.  I was stealing away from myself the thought that maybe, if I got rid of the junky bit of lotion or the ugly lipstick or the ill-fitting clothes, that there would still be enough to go around.  That I could “splurge” on new clothes that fit the body I live in right now.  I was stealing the 15 minutes a day I could be spending working on my book – which also meant stealing my integrity.

That’s what my misplace sense of thrift was really stealing: my ability to live in full integrity in this moment.  Right Now.

As you are probably old enough to know: Right Now is all we have. 

Right Now is the whole banana.  We all have friends who have left this earth – they don’t have a Right Now anymore.   (Perhaps they are in an eternal Right Now?)  But we have Right Now, and we deserve to have items in our lives that suit our life Right Now. 

So stop saving things “for good” –  use the good silver every day.

Stop keeping clothes that don’t fit – someone else needs them.

Stop fretting – spending 10 minutes debating the relative merits of one shampoo that’s 50 cents cheaper than another shampoo is NOT the highest and best use of your time. 

Stop wasting time on television shows you’ve already seen.  Don’t let TV or video games be a thief.

And finally, stop pretending that you not spending the time or money on your ART that you know it needs and deserves in order to come full flower is somehow a good idea.  Don’t be the thief of your own creativity.

Find the thieves in your world and give them a big hug and kiss and let them go.

Right Now needs you.

Among Them But Not Of Them

Among Them But Not Of Them

The Solitude Cure

There is no real cure for loneliness. 

Except to transform it into solitude.

Solitude is remembering that there has never, ever been a single (solitary) person like you. 

You arrived alone

You’ll die alone.

And in between those two things, you will be having a discreet, one-of-a-kind experience of the world.

Everyone has that “among them but not of them” feeling, at least sometimes.  And creative people feel it more often, I think, than most.

Everyone yearns for connection, comfort, fusion, total immersion.  We read books where people fall in love and “become as one” and we think we should have that feeling ourselves.

But that only happens in fiction.

So.

The cure is to embrace the separation.  Enjoy the space.  Hold yourself slightly apart.  After all, you already feel apart, so go ahead and exaggerate that feeling a little bit.  Observe the world around you.  Retreat into your own skin and observe you having your very own point of view on the world.

That isolated, personal point of view is where your art comes from.  So go ahead and create something inspired by this particular vantage point.  It doesn’t have to be any good, and you don’t ever have to show it to anyone.  Just go ahead and let something flow.

And now you have the real cure for solitude: art.