Micro Entrepreneurism, Simple Living & Art
Last night’s yoga class was spectacular as usual. But more spectacular in that I was there, with mind, body and soul, enjoying the present moment. And there was a sign on the wall, written in beautiful calligraphy, to remind me to do just that. Which I kept reading.
Every movement I was there. I was feeling it, and playing around with how I could feel it more or different.
I gave up the stress of worrying about if I’m going to sell any of the shirts I’ve started printing or they will end up as a failure on the way to another success. The reality is it doesn’t matter. They’re printed, I believe in them, and the money has already been spent.
The little voice in the back of my head that tells me my writing isn’t any good and I should stop, was quiet. I don’t force myself to write, it just happens. That’s how creativity works. It just happens. It can’t be helped. Or stopped.
The nagging loneliness of having lived in Floyd for a year and not really made any friends was gone. I knew moving here that that was going to be a challenge. What I didn’t know is how much of a social creature I really am. But this year has been more then good to me. And the friends are percolating, and they’re amazing, this is undeniable.