Flow

I am coming to realize that once I try to do something to please another, it comes from a forced, contrived place.

For instance, when I write for the sheer enjoyment of writing (to please myself only), I’m in the flow. The moment I write for a perceived audience the flow decreases, and in some instances backslides.

I have to remember that I am the heroine in my life. Me. All answers and sense of satisfaction comes from within. I hold all the answers and keys to my happiness. External sources do not.

I must remember to look to no other for the answers, for I have them already. I just have to open my eyes.

I have my writer’s group tomorrow, and I have the same 5 measly pages I had last week. Only, they are re-written … yet again. I swear, I have to stop looking at those 5 pages for editing or poor Aurora will never move forward.

As far as meeting today’s goals:

• I ate mostly raw food, but again I’m deviating with the chips.
• I wrote a great deal today, but I aspire to spend more time just writing and not editing.
• Exercise --- well, not today.
• Photos – I took 1 pic and it’s so purty.
• Communication – I need to work on better communication with myself …

It is late, for me. I must sleep ... my dog is already snoring ...