So much stronger than fleeting happiness, a sense of purpose can drive us forward through the dark days.
What was I thinking when I published a book, took on the unknown world of marketing, left my job, started a new job, had hand surgery, underwent various dental procedures, and participated in several author events?
What was I thinking when I published a book, took on the unknown world of marketing, left my job, started a new job, had hand surgery, underwent various dental procedures, and participated in several author events?
No wonder I'm tired.
After the dust settled and the new
car smell wore off those wonderful new experiences, the work of it settled
into my bones and I understood what I'd gotten myself into. No matter how
inspired I might have been to finish penning a chapter or complete a
project, like I always do, I hit a place where I question my own capability and wonder if I can make it through.
After reading A Room With a View
in college, I have always thought of that state as being muddled. (Fabulous read, by the way.)
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The cycle typically begins with a period of wallowing in couch potato land, accompanied by ranting, raving, and basic
hermit behavior. (I try to keep this part strictly offline. To my dear friends, I love you and I'm sorry.) When I'm finally ready to take a
proactive approach, I do the following:
I mentally review what brought me
to this place and this decision. For me there is usually a pinnacle moment, a
feeling of rightness that precedes the decision and gifts me with the purpose
to see it through. Remembering that moment awakens at least a portion of that
purpose again.
Sometimes taking a moment to
breathe and rest, reconnect my heart and mind, and remove myself from the
muddle is enough to recenter my mind. Music, art, theater, and literature
all distract me from the drama of day-to-day life and help my mind refocus. On
top of escape, the bonus gift of inspiration is just as likely to spark the
next good idea, solution, or direction.
Acting like an utter imbecile
removes me from the muddle and allows me to examine the issue from the outside.
Game night, chicken dances, kitchen yodeling, acting like a kids with kids, and
about a million other pointless activities always help me remember who I am. Some
people are off-put by silliness, but there is little I know that is better for
retraining negative thoughts.
Each of us has moments when we lose sight of our purpose. As
devastating as that might be, we can always reclaim it. And yes, I'm right there with you. Leave me a comment and tell me how you cope with life's muddles.















