The world seems so noisy to me lately.
I found myself craving quiet. Closing the laptop. Putting the phone away. Craving painting over texting. Wanting to see surf and sand over carpet. Craving conversations in person followed up with a hug rather than an email.
I’ve also noticed that the louder the world seems to me, the quieter I get.
Less writing. Less creativity. Less feeling.
And that’s not how I want to live. Do you?
Last week I spent 4 days with my best friend in South Beach sunning, napping, drinking, laughing and soaking in the artistry that is Adele.
It took those 4 days for me to see that by lowering the amount of noise coming into my ears, eyes and mind the more I was able to hear my own thoughts.
My spirit was waking up……and She had a lot to say.
You see, I’ve been in worry mode lately. Maybe the two are related. Maybe it’s possible that more noise equals more worry.
The yogi in me knows that life unfolds exactly as it’s supposed to and that we are always being supported by the Universe.
And yet, here I was doubting that belief.
Worrying. Fretting. Obsessing. Crying. Tossing and turning.
Yet, it is through serving that I find my worries decrease and my determination increases.
Serving from my heart. Showing up fully.
On my trip I was doing an early morning meditation on the beach as the sun came up through the clouds. The landscape was the rising sun, waves, wind surfers, seagulls and me.
I closed my eyes and came back to my breath.
In those moments sitting on the beach I felt, saw and experienced all of the things that I had been avoiding because of all of the noise coming in.
By quieting the noise and coming back to my breath I was able to see what I was meant to see all along.
No more worrying.- just trust.
What I know about myself is that when I sit down in the chair and write, magic happens. It’s my place.
We all have that place where we’re most connected to what we need in life. And if you’re anything like me, when you need it the most you avoid it the most.
For a while now I’ve been pondering a daily writing practice. Every day I write in lots of places- social media, emails, this blog….all of it.
Yet, for the month of November I’m going to show up here, for myself, every single day.
I need to come home to myself. I need to quiet the external noise and turn up the volume on the internal speaker that has been turned down for too long now.
My promise to myself is that I will show up and write whatever I’m meant to write.
Honest. Real. For me.
If you happen to read and follow along, that’s very kind of you.
Yet this month is for me and my spirit. She’s yelling and I need to listen and capture her words.
My mentor Glennon Doyle Melton talks about how her daily writing was one of the most transformational things she ever did for herself. She showed up every day and pressed publish.
And for the month of November, I’m going to do just that.
Bravely show up for my words to come and press publish.
November also coincides with NaNoWriMo, National Novel Writing Month. While I’m not ready to write my book just yet, my blog will be my home for NaNoWriMo.
The goal of NaNoWriMo is to write 50,000 words in a month. I may hit that number, I may not. I just know that by showing up each and every day listening to the words that come, I’m quieting the noise to hear myself more clearly.
And when we serve from the heart, we may just change the world- starting with ourselves.