I’m out at the coast the last few nights, on a working retreat.
In theory, this meant putting my head down and writing a big chunk of the Peaceful Places book. But do these things ever go like we plan? I spent three nights here, and maybe four hours on that book. So one of the passengers on my internal bus is yelling that this whole thing has been a failure. He’s also bitching that I haven’t taken a proper walk on the beach.
But watch how that internal game goes: set up a “right” way to do things, then don’t do them, then call it (and yourself) a failure. What the hell is that?
How about “My friends Betsy and Mike, who own a super cool motel, invited me out for a few days, in exchange for some work, and it’s nice to get away for a while?” I got a lot of stuff done, including some on the book, and now I’m headed back.
How about “Thank you, Universe, for this opportunity”?
And how about “I don’t know what the ‘right’ way to do this is, so I’m just trying to be true to myself and do what feels right”?
Some of the stuff I got done, like financial planning and asking for help where it’s needed, was very helpful. And the book will get written. And I have this new website. And it’s too damned windy and cold to walk on the beach.
But mainly I had a nice little retreat, got some things done, saw my friend Betsy and her two lovely daughters, and got to help them out, too.
So thank you, Universe!