Micro Entrepreneurism, Simple Living & Art
Every day is full. Every week is a different ride. Here at the Hawk-Mo we might just be spinning out of control. If it isn’t one thing, its another. We are all close to capacity on mental energy reserves. I hit the panic button for the Yoga Jam a week and a half ago. Maybe I’ve just gotten less good at overcoming and adapting and forging on. Or maybe life has just amped it up a notch, and I’m struggling to do the same. Thing is, I love it. I’m not complaining, so much as stating the truth about how I feel. Which is some combination of exhaustion, adrenaline, excitement, and worry. Confusing even to me.
I picked up my kindle last night and clicked open Steven Pressfield’s Do the Work. It spoke to me. It described exactly the place that I am. It said that I’ve hit the wall. The wall that you hit when you do creative work and you’re close to finishing and you panic. I’m being sabotaged by a force within myself. The Resistance. My Resistance.
Thing is, I’ve beat the Resistance before, which means I can do it again. Which is why I’m digging in. I’m rallying the troops. I’m calling on the Universe. I’m counting on faith. I’m being stubborn. I’m believing.
What were we thinking deciding to put on a full blown 3 day music & yoga festival with absolutely no money, no experience, and no connections? The answer is we weren’t thinking about those things. We were simply thinking it needed to happen. The idea/opportunity presented itself and we said, “Hell yes!”
Here we are 43 days away from opening the gates and despite my momentary glimpses of panic, I am inspired. I am alive. I am learning, stretching, growing. I am challenged. My mind is alive with thoughts. This is exactly what I asked for.