Most days when I sit down to write these posts, I have no idea where to start.
I think about writing something witty, snarky, silly.
I think about using the time to uplift, inspire, educate.
I feel pressure to speak about my work, the business, stuff that makes money.
But if I’m silent enough. And still enough. What comes to me is this…
Sometimes I don’t want to write anything. I want to be in gestation, growing new ideas and thoughts. I don’t always want to produce for production sake, and I don’t want to worry about whether or not it gets a response.
In the silence, I can hear a smaller voice emerge, one that says to take a step back not forward. To sit not pace. To listen not talk. And if I do listen, I can hear the tiny sounds of new ideas rushing to be formed and my patience rising up like a swell.
I sit and I listen.
And I always end up writing.
But it’s never what I thought it would be.