I still can’t believe the difficulty I had finding inspiration to write about passion this week.
Seriously? I have a ton to say and yet nothing flowed or gained traction.
Not the right time I could only tell myself.
What became clearer, however, was the remembrance not every answer is found by barreling in head on.
The more attention I paid to passion, the more I shut down.
The more I shut down, the harder I barreled in.
Only when I turned my thoughts elsewhere did I see a flash here or a snippet there of where passion flowed.
Then just as quickly they vanished the moment I tried to see what appeared.
The less I paid direct attention, the more I saw.
Only in a desperate attempt to start somewhere did I clue in at the end of sentence two as to what was wanting to be written – having no clear path forward.
The second dive into passion was no easier. Starting out with only the word ‘complacency’ as direction, the full message remained frustratingly just out of reach until well into evening – passion keeps us from settling for what we have now because there is so much more ahead in who we can be.
Of course, now with the pressure off, the flow around passion has much more more ease.
We like to think straight ahead feels much nicer, but isn’t always the most fruitful direction to be traveled.