How many times have you not felt ready? Me? I dunno… a million maybe.
Sometimes you get that moment that where there’s that tiny powerful rush that runs through your body and you confidently say, “Ok now I’m ready.” It’s a certainty that is so powerful.
Sometimes it never comes. You sit there wondering when it’s going to show up.
“I know I’m supposed to be doing this. Why don’t I feel that moment kicking in?”
That’s when a lot of my second guessing and judgment starts.
I am a person that works a lot through inspiration. I really let it guide my life. I’ve seen the powerful effects of following that inner calling. Turning here. Open a book to a random page. All kinds of little answering of all kinds of little whispers.
When I feel like something is a struggle or more effort than it ought to be, I see the benefit in giving it a rest for a bit You can get results when you push against it, but I’m not convinced they are always the ones I want.
Inspired Action is powerful beautiful stuff. Sometimes though, inspiration isn’t a burning feeling of excitement like I’m used to. Sometimes it’s quiet. It’s the tiny little nagging feeling that happens right before ye olde judgment that I mentioned earlier.
Recognizing that THAT is also inspiration is SO powerful.
I’ve fooled myself more than once into ignoring that whisper. I’m making a commitment right now in front of you to knock it the hell off.
I spent some time this morning sleepily looking out the window and watching the wind blow through a tree in our neighbors yard. The tree just waved and danced as the strong breeze moved through it.
It made me think of how so many plants rely on the wind to help them to reproduce. Blowing pollen around in huge clouds at times. If you’ve ever been in North Carolina in the spring you are well aware of how the pine trees coat the entire area in a sheet of yellowy-green dust. It’s my least favorite part of spring there.
The point is that the trees aren’t struggling with themselves. They’re not pulling up their roots and running around trying to meet up with other trees.
The trees patiently stand in their place. They grow their tiny flowers. They let the wind handle the rest.
The whisper.
The whisper is what got me to sit down this morning.
It wasn’t some powerful sign from the heavens.
It wasn’t a burning desire to sit down and pour my heart and soul on to the keyboard.
Nope. It was a quiet little nudge in the middle of the thought of how I’m not ready to make a difference. That maybe it’s not quite time. That maybe I’m thinking too far ahead of myself. Maybe it’s a silly dream.
The whisper though said “Just go sit down and start typing. I’ll do the rest.”
What is whispering inside of you? What is that patient quiet little voice nudging you to do? Listen to it my friend. Just sit down and let it do the rest.