- Live intentionally. How do you fulfill your mission? On purpose. So stay on purpose.
- Is it time for a change? Too late; while you were asking the question, everything changed.
- Ride the wind, they say. But what is the wind? An ever-shifting maelstrom of interactions, some intentional, mostly random, some proactive, mostly reactive. The intentional and proactive can influence the direction of the maelstrom somewhat – ride the wind, and keep a hand on the tiller.
- Take time to learn. But not too much time; what you’ve learned has already changed.
- The wind howls. Ride the wind. But what is the wind?
- Where does the story begin? How do you know to end it, and when?
- Only you can determine those answers. Consider them carefully, but find an answer. In the time you’ve taken to think about it, everything has changed.
Run for the joy of running because your spirit cannot be contained in a walk.
Write for the joy of writing because your spirit can’t hold back the words.
Sing for the joy of singing because life has a melody and harmonies so pure and clear that it has to have music.
Speed across the page never-you-minding whether the phrase is perfect or awkward or pretty or odd, because the words have to spill out and never you mind whether they spilled out in a perfectly ordered order.
Because it’s fun to write, or it better be, because you’ve spent your life writing and the spirit who has never had fun is a sullen spirit indeed.
Attend to crasftsmanship? Craft away, child, but not until after you’ve said it all raw and full and with all the joy you can’t hold in your heart a minute more.
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