Good morning. We have been waiting for you.
Yes, I know. I’m sorry. I got distracted by emails again. It is rude to keep You waiting.
We are always here with you, regardless of how long it takes you to join Us. Your arrival time is up to you. Each time you choose Us before all else serves to strengthen your will and moves you one step closer to the attainment of that which you desire.
I know, and before we go any farther here, I’d just like to take a minute to say thank you for always being there. For always being there, regardless of whether I show up or not. You wait for me no matter how long it takes, and I apologize whole heartedly for my dawdling ways. I imagine that you have plenty of stuff to do other than sit around and wait for me all day, or all month, or all year. So rude.
You are most welcome, dear one. And you are worth the wait, though we will most certainly rejoice when self-discipline tops your list of most important qualities to achieve.
I’m working on it, but obviously I still have a way to go. One foot in front of the other, one step at a time.
Is there something on your mind that you would like to talk about today?
Such as making it through an entire night without stressing over what to write in the morning. That was exciting. I was also thinking about Bird by Bird, a wonderful little book that every aspiring writer should read. It is written by one of my favorite authors, Anne Lamott, who mirrors my own behavior about seeking instant feedback from the submission of something that she wrote. In her case, it’s running to the mailbox the day after dropping the manuscript of a new book in the mailbox, and for me, it’s checking emails a hundred times a day to see if there has been any response from a recent button-pushing publishing event.
You suggested yesterday that whatever anyone thinks of me or Voices is none of my business. That bears repeating because it feels like a really important lesson for me—right up there with self-discipline, detachment, and letting go of the outcome. Please keep reminding me that none of it is any of my business. My business is just to write and push the publish button. Spiritual practice.
Fleeting thoughts drift in and out of my head too swiftly to be captured. Whatever it is or was that I thought I might write today went its own way without me. It happens like that. Sort of like life. Sometimes it’s best to just let go, let it flow, and have faith that it’s fine exactly the way it is.