Oh the dichotomy!
A couple of weeks back I couldn't type properly. For someone who scribbles, that's like saying the fish forgot to breathe under water. Still, that was the easy bit.
Now it's as if someone's dictating in my head. Continuously. The urge to let my fingers dance on the keyboard is overwhelming. That's where it gets interesting.
Why? Because, not to put too fine a point on it, I have nothing to write. My priority is to give time to my body to heal. But my brain is ready to get back to its old self.
Zen tells you, it's just a thought. Or thoughts. The urge to write is no different than the urge to self-doubt. "Watch the thought", say the masters. Easier said than done. So what's the right way? Another question, another thought.
So take the shortcut instead. Take a baseball bat and whack the thoughts out of your consciousness for a home run. That's how you cover all the bases.
But watch out.
Like with just about anything in life, there's a fine line here. While it's important to stand up and not fall to temptation, make sure you don't cross over into the realm of procrastination. Or maybe that's just another thought!
